Grandpa Incest Novels & Stories

It’s immoral to continue in this relationship. “Andrei, Kristoff Kanovski is my father and he is your uncle. We are cousins. We are in an incestuous relationship. It’s immoral.” It was hard to say it, but it is the truth and we both need to be freed from this. “Let’s go, they are waiting for us in the living room,” Andrei moved out of the bathroom and I walked behind him. “What happened to your face, son?” I heard Suzanna. “Your son misbehaved so he reaped what he sowed,” Trevor said, chuckling.

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "Lock Isaac in his room. I'm putting him on house arrest. "Colin, come with me." I was briefly at a loss for what to do when Grandpa called my name, but I had a gut feeling that I was going to emerge as the victor of the situation. The Lettermans were an affluent family. Grandpa also considered himself to be a man of culture. Isaac had gotten Hannah pregnant before they got married. Although he was Grandpa's favorite grandchild, his actions would undoubtedly have soured Grandpa's image of him.

"You want a grandchild. She’ll keep the baby.” For the first time since I arrived, my mother’s expression softened. "Now you’re talking, my son.” I shook my head. "But you’re going to have to figure out what we’ll tell Grandpa. I’m not giving up the company. I’ve spent years working for it.” “We’ll find a solution,” she said confidently. “Leave that to me.” I wished I shared her confidence. Grandpa wasn’t someone you simply talked into accepting a scandal. He believed discipline came before family, before love, before everything. Finding out his grandson had cheated on his wife and gotten another woman pregnant…

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab

I could tell his mind had already slithered into the gutter. The men gathering around us were the very same ones my stepfather had forced me to please in my previous life—the same men who, this time, were Phoebe's targets. But instead of fawning over her, they greeted Grandpa warmly, "Hello, Mr. Holman." Grandpa pulled me to his side. "This is my granddaughter. She will be my only heir from this day on." The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles.

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.

"I don't remember anything from the last three years. The only thing I remember is that Miles is my boyfriend. "I know that somewhere in those missing years, you and I were together. I don't love you now, but if my dad insists on the engagement, I'll go through with it." Grandma snorted. "In the past life, she faked memory loss so she could fool around with Miles while keeping Rowan at her side so she could access the Becker family's money. In the end, she drove Rowan into depression and even to his death. What a terrible woman! She should stay away from him!"

"Can I tell you something I observed about Mr. Chen's grandmother?" "Please." "She once told me that marriage isn't about never fighting. It's about fighting fair and always coming back to each other. She and her husband fought constantly. But they always came back." "Daniel's grandfather left her." "No. He died. But before that, they fought about everything—business, family, how to raise Daniel. But they always came back to love. To choosing each other despite disagreements." "That sounds exhausting." "It is. But it's also worth it."

A few friends around him leaned in with gossip. “No wonder the playboy suddenly turned serious, so he met his true love.” “You really slept with your nephew’s wife? Then that kid she gave birth to… Could it be yours?” “Who knows?” Uncle Jackson let out a soft chuckle, raising his glass toward me with a meaningful look. I silently withdrew my gaze, unable to stop myself from thinking back. Uncle Jackson had not always been like this. He was the youngest son of my grandfather, only two years older than me.