Happy Birthday Dear Nephew นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He grin widely. "That will be great. Thank you. Your birthday is on Friday" he spoke sadly. "I may not live up till then but I have a gift for you" he said. He's getting to me again. "I'll be right back. He left to go upstairs. "He wants you to get used to the fact, Milo" Uncle said. He pats my back. "I've loosed the love of my life and now, another one. I don't take it as if I'm the one cursed here. I bare with it and that's what Matteo wants" he said before giving a smile and walking off.

“Maybe you should give him a return gift for being a filial nephew.” “I should, shouldn’t I?” I hummed as I glanced around the room a few times as I considered what kind of gift to give them. When my eyes landed on Allie, a smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Since Trenton has a mate and wants to make her his Luna, we really should give our niece and nephew a big gift.” I smiled broadly at Axton.

I'm regularly at my condo, and I'm getting tired of Brother's complaints. Even my nephew is neglected by him. Good thing the boy is good and independent. “Uncle, who's that girl? "He asked, pointing to the picture of me and Nanet that was placed above my bed. “My girlfriend. Why? "I ask. "I like her! She's beautiful," he stated. “Tss! My naughty nephew is going to compete with me.” I mentally chuckled. “Soon. You're too young then,” I explained to him. "When was that, Uncle? About two years? "I couldn't stop laughing out loud. He is really mischievous every so often.

∆ALEXANDER∆ "I'm apologizing for everything, Uncle," Jacob began, with a tone almost convincing me, "For the way I spoke with you that day and for insulting Ivory, I'm extremely sorry uncle." I nearly laughed after hearing to an apology from my nephew. Jacob apologizing? To anyone, let alone me? It was unheard of till today, I don't remember even his parents recieving an apology from him, what kind of surprising moment is this?

"Nice to meet you, Uncle Byron." Listening to the way he talked, she realized that he mistakenly thought that 'Linux' was their surname. Thus, she was just about to correct his misconception when he dragged the young man standing next to him into the conversation. "Come, come here. Miss Linux, this is my nephew. He's 21 this year. Besides, he hasn't gotten a partner yet. Why don't you guys get to know each other?"

"Whoa! You own this house?" I nod my head. "My uncle gave it to me on my birthday." He frowns. "All my uncles are going to hell! Uncles out here are buying their nieces houses and what I get is nothing but stupid lectures for twenty five straight years of celebrating birthdays?" I am cracking up in laughter. "Bye Senorita," he waves me. "Bye..." "One more thing... Don't be so hard on my friend... At least he's trying to show he's sorry..."

Eager hands pull out the items in it, and I pout in sheer joy when I see the white two piece he got for me, and matching sandals. “Aw, Ezra, these are beautiful,” I gush, holding the dress up. “Are we going somewhere?” He rolls his lips into his mouth, and breathes. “Yea,” he says. “I…I want to take you to a birthday party.” I raise a brow, turning fully to him. “Oh okaaayy. Whose birthday?” His gaze flickers in uncertainty. “My nephew.” I blink. “You have a nephew?” “I have an elder sister, Elizabeth,” he replies. “So yea, it’s her son’s birthday.”

When she saw the name on the screen, she froze for a second. Uncle Petros. She took a breath and accepted the call. “Hello?” she said softly. “Adrea,” came the warm, gravelly voice she had grown up hearing at every family event. “My girl. Early wishes on your upcoming birthday.” That pulled a surprised smile out of her. “Thank you, Uncle.” There was a pause, filled with something unspoken. A sigh, almost. “Listen,” he said, gentler now. “I want you to come over on the day. For lunch. Your aunt will cook something nice, and your cousins will be there. We want to celebrate you.”

Exactly what cousins did when they hadn't seen each other in two years. She pulled back and looked at him and gave him the smile she'd been practicing. "Hello." "Welcome to Home," he said. "Let's get your luggage." She was home. That was the thought she held onto as they walked toward baggage claim with a careful distance between them. Dearest cousin, she thought. What am I going to do with you?

“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.”