Gravity Falls Uncle Novels & Stories

My fear strangled me, making every word stick in my throat. Then his palm slammed against the table with a loud, echoing bang! The sound rattled through my bones, jolting me into speech. “My name is—” My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. “Katrina Jones… but my friends and family call me Kiki.” He leaned back slightly, repeating the name as if testing its weight. “Kiki.” Hearing him say it made my head snap up. My eyes locked on his face, searching for a clue of what he meant by speaking it that way. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were waiting to see how I would react.

“Who is Uncle G? Is he just an ordinary businessman or is there something more to it? As far as I have observed, everyone in the private room, even your parents, did not dare to move around with him, even though his words were really provocative." The girl with the Scorpio zodiac chuckled, so her husband got slightly annoyed by it. “Uncle G is not an ordinary man. He is the first child of five siblings. That was why no one dared to go against my beloved uncle, and he had so great power in the Verz's big family.”

My uncle has a rugged, athletic, and strong body. I don't doubt that at all because I can feel it myself right now. "Put me down, Uncle." I rebelled, trying to break free. But no matter how hard I tried, his two burly hands didn't move. Uncle Matthew carried me easily as if my body wasn't heavy. I weighed more than 40 kilograms. He carried me into the room and then threw my body roughly onto the bed. I was shocked by what he did.

“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.” The smirk vanished from Adams’s face. For a long moment, he said nothing, his jaw tightening. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his tone clipped. “You always know how to twist the knife. Fine. Nephew or not, the point remains the same. You’ll have to face what’s coming. We both will.” Liam gave a quiet laugh. “And what’s coming, Adams? More games? More scrambling for the scraps of inheritance you think will make you untouchable?”

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

“And why were you closing the door in the first place?” “I– I was–“ Benjamin stuttered, unable to finish his sentence. “Chasing out my visitor?” “No, uncle.” He said through gritted teeth. “I already invited her in. I was going to bring her upstairs before you came down.” I held back a laugh. This was cinematic. It deserved its own book. Ben was trying his hardest not to show how angry he was but it was pretty obvious. Saint just didn’t care. The two men were only ten years apart. It made me wonder how much respect Ben had for his uncle for him to tolerate dating his ex in front of him.

"But aren't you the same, Uncle? You want my girlfriend, who is younger than you. You are engaged with Karine, yet you're still pursuing other women. Who are you to judge me?" Andrew's expression darkened at Levi's accusation, his jaw clenched in anger. "Sometimes I wonder where you find so much courage to speak shit like that to me," Andrew growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Just because I am your uncle, don't forget that I am also your alpha. Disrespect me like that again, and there will be consequences." Levi's eyes widened in realization as Andrew's dominance asserted itself, a tense silence falling between them.

Caleb on the other side collapsed in the chair behind him. “You bitch, you've put us in trouble, that's my uncle and he has a bad temper,” he said, having found his tongue after such a long time.

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

Right there. But neither catastrophe occured. "It’s getting late" my uncle said, grabbing the magazine from me. I felt exposed the instant it failed to cover my cock-print. He flipped it open and began looking through it. He started commenting on the female models. And the male ones. So, I started looking too. "It's ok you can jack off" he said to me softly. "I'm going to". And he began pulling down his underwear. Finally satisfied, once he'd lowered them enough to free his left leg, he left them bunched around his right ankle.