Gidan Uncle Hausa Novels & Stories

He looked up, eyes widening for a brief moment, then they hardened. "Gisella," Hades appeared behind me. I ignored him, my glare picking up more heat. "I thought you were a good man. But you... Why?" Closing the file he was reading, Uncle Gordon stood up, his demeanor stern. "Dear, I know you're going through a very difficult time losing your father. But that doesn't mean I'll allow you to disrespect me again and again." "So you're denying it." "What're you even talking about?" "You might had a reason, but if Hades could forgive him, then who're you to punish him like that?"

It explained why he hadn't noticed me yet. This wasn’t the man from last night. This wasn’t the one who told me I was alive because he allowed it. This was something else. He looked dangerous but I think I know Dante, he can't be as bad as he looks. I exhaled sharply and stepped back. This was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I was not going to stand here and stare at…. “At my uncle,” I muttered under my breath. It all felt wrong. It had always been a title more than anything real. I think I called him that out of respect, distance, or maybe boundary. I was starting to realize didn’t feel as solid as it should.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

She felt like there's an electricity running through her arm. "Aaaaaw!!" she groan holding her elbow. "What's wrong with you!?" "What's wrong with whom? with me?" her uncle grinned his teeth as he don't want to open his mouth, "what's wrong with you too? you left me to Demi's house, and now, I called you but you pretended to be deaf?" are you crazy Jermaine?" her uncle called her by her full name when he is annoyed. "What do you want me to do back there? laugh with your stupid trips? If I have a choice, I shoul've call grandma. But I care for her, that's why, I called you. But you two make fun of me!"

He said. Yulia scoffed. “And if you do not mind me asking, what do you want from me?” Yulia asked. “Everything.” I heard the promise of pain and torture in voice. “Ever since your uncle did what he did to me, I have been the laughing stock of my clan. I have become nothing but a joke to everyone. But you are going to change that by the time I am done with you.” He hung up.

--- My cousin, Isadora, approaches me with open arms. "My niece."--- My Uncle Henry approached, wrapping me in a tight hug, kissing my hair.--- "Uncle just fried shrimp for you, little one." "My favorite."--- I celebrated watching him agree with his head. "You are the best."--- I hugged him, watching his smug smile.--- "Just don't let Uncle Ronaldo know that." "Too late."--- He denied with his head.---" Oh Ronaldo, I am the best." He celebrated by picking on my other uncle, moving closer to him. I nodded, approaching the wood stove, stealing a shrimp from the pan, feeling my uncle slap my hand at that moment.

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown. She began to rant childishly. “Why are you being so ridiculously stubborn, Uncle?! I already told you, Theo and I are nothing! Weren’t you the one lecturing everyone that those who enjoy the Kruger family’s wealth must contribute to the Kruger family? So where is your grand contribution, huh? As the supreme ruler of the Kruger empire, where is your sense of duty? Where is your conviction?!” Finnick looked down at her slender hands gripping his sleeve, then raised his eyes to meet hers.