Giantess Aunt Novels & Stories

They're even more breathtaking in person. Compliments followed them like a shadow wherever they walked. Adrian greeted every guest with his signature charm, keeping one hand possessively around Celeste's waist. She smiled politely, though each curve of her lips felt heavier than the last. "Adrian!" A cheerful voice interrupted them. A middle-aged woman dressed in an emerald-green evening gown approached with a warm, knowing smile. It was Adrian's second aunt, Evelyn Blackwood. "My goodness, look at the two of you." Evelyn clasped her hands together happily. "Three years of marriage already. Time certainly flies." She looked at Celeste, letting out a playful sigh. "So... when are you two fina

The banquet hall erupted in chaos. Elaine screamed in disbelief, "Nolan, what did you just call her? How can this woman possibly be your aunt?" Nolan helped me up from the floor and replied impatiently, "Why can't she? This is my Aunt Betty! I won't mistake my own aunt!" The comments went wild: [No way! She really is the male lead's aunt? This is a disaster for the sweetheart!] [Oh my, so she's the youngest daughter in the family. Those are usually doted on by the whole family. The male lead might get punished too, not just the sweetheart!]

Pulling away from my embrace, Bella sat up straight like she was resigning herself to the fact that she had to tell how twisted her family exactly was " no , she has never condemned or put me down , like my mother - well not exactly . You already know that my father's affair took a toll on my mother , it made her feel like she wasn't enough and so weren't her kids - and my aunt well , she made it worse . My aunt would come to our house on summers and she would go on and on about her amazing husband , her daughter who just won the most prettiest girl competition in her school or something like that . My aunt knew that my mother was hurting but she didn't care - she still don't , she - well s

"Me, I'm your one and only direct Aunt, my sweet nephew. And I've come to help you grow back your manhood. Like you call it, dick or cock, whatever floats your boat, Whadh." Couldn't move nor say a word, except to stare at that… ugly, looking goddess wearing such darkness as clothes, covering almost nothing. There's more, but till then…

, Aunt, it was just a casual conversation nothing as such. They felt a little bad at this, then aunt asked me to be in touch with him. See child, that's a golden opportunity we all can be out of this dirth if we land this opportunity. You need to woe him. You are an amazing young girl work your moves. She was swinging her wide ass, funny wicked people. I was feeling pity for them when an idea strikes.

She saw her auntie and bless her hand. “Auntie I’m gonna change my clothes real quick” “Ok, hurry up and I'll just call your uncle, he might have already cooked the fish” “Call your niece and nephew too they are in the room” added her Auntie Gena. Auntie Gena is the mother of her cousin Angel, she’s the older sister of her mother. She is the one who stood up and considered Aminah her daughter who guided her during bad times, along with her uncle who is a staff at a private resort that is only half an hour away from their house.

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”

She could feel her heart crying sadly. A sudden chill ran down her spine as her aunt eyed her entire body up and down. The way she looked at her terrified her. Her eyes told her she had an evil plan in mind for her. Her aunt smiled evilly, then stood up from the floor. “I am hungry. Cook for me now!” she said into Calista’s eyes and walked out of the room. Her aunt worked as a prostitute in a nightclub. Every day she always came home after midnight and woke her up to cook for her.

Images of that night flitted across my sight, and suddenly, I was gasping for breath again. My aunt had a palatial mansion named after her called Casa del Poppy, complete with a mini theatre, a personal golf court and a majestic indoor swimming pool. It was on the other side of London, occupying 35 acres of Baskerville's finest. Their estate reeked of money and drove Khammi to suffer from a derisive desire to make everyone else feel small. It was the proud host of all weddings and functions of every generation of Khans alive and we were obliged to attend every single one of them, because while Khammi was my mother's elder sister, her husband was Bapi's cousin. Let's not delve further into my

Marcus approached the stray woman as he called her his aunt. The woman froze and turned her hazy eyes to Marcus. The tears from her eyes flowed down her cheeks, washing the dirt away as they went. She looked at Marcus with blood-like tears falling from those eyes. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "Young man, what...did you just call me?" Marcus stepped forward and held the woman's hands in excitement. "Auntie, you are my aunt, right? You are not the child of my step-grandmother, but my actual grandmother. You are my aunt by blood."