I Love You Uncle Novels & Stories

“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.

I walked upstairs to Frank’s room, where I found him lounging on the bed like he had no care in the world. “Impressive,” I said, leaning against the doorway. “You’re quite the actor.” Frank sat up, grinning. “Of course I am.” He stood and moved closer, his intentions clear, but I slapped him hard. “Know your limits, Frank. Shameless boy. No wonder Audrey doesn’t want you.” He held his cheek, glaring at me. “Says the woman who slept with someone other than her fiancé.” The insult stung, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I smirked. “You think I care about Jake? He’s just a pawn. The only man I love is your uncle.”

I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to do something really bad and unholy to my leaking pussy. I snapped back to reality when I heard my uncle call my name. By then, he was fully dressed. Wait, did he strip naked in front of me? I wondered. I must have been too distracted to notice. He offered to show me to my room, but I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'll stay in your room tonight, and that's final." Softening my voice, I added, " Don’t you miss me, Uncle Aiden?" I wanted to play on his emotions, to get him to let me stay.

"I'm sorry." Before she could ask anything, he gathered her in his arms and told her how sorry he was and how much he loved her. It was the only option he had for he couldn't tell her the truth. The weight of his phone grew heavy in his pocket . . . How could he tell her that his fucking obsessive uncle had sent him a message- After all the time and money I spent on you, I hope you're not under the impression that I forgot about my favourite nephew. Sincerely, Your dearest uncle.

You mess with us, you bring on fire. "Oh it's you." My uncle, Johnny says, causing me to dramatically gasp and put my hand on my heart as if it hurt me. My uncle and I are like siblings. He's always been there for me, since I was a little girl, although his brother, (my father) is a manipulative bastard and cheater, he's nothing like that. He's so sweet and actually cares about people, which is what I love, but also hate because he cares too much. As for me, I don't care who I ruin and I don't care for most people, unless they're super important.

"Do you hate him that much?” “No.” I clarified. I couldn’t hate my uncle. He had played a big part in my upbringing and had never wronged me in any way. “I love him, but we’ve never shared the same vision. Believe it or not, I’m doing this to save our relationship. I’ve already lost Dad, and I can’t afford to lose him too.” “How are you holding up?” Brandon asked the question I had been dreading. “After Uncle Eddie’s death?” "I don't want to talk about him!" I said immediately, my tone colder than it could’ve been. The room grew quiet. I could feel their eyes on me and knew they were concerned.

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

“I tried forgetting him. I tried dating someone else but this is the man I love…and he loves me too. I know you love me, Father. Please just talk to him for a few minutes, just try…for me.” He took a deep breath, his chest rising high until it came down again. His hand rested on the table, and it was tight in a fist. The veins on his knuckles and forearms were strained and corded. “Please,” I whispered through my tears. “Just give it a chance and talk to him for few minutes…that’s all I ask.” “I don’t like this,” my uncle said. “This could be a setup.” “It’s not,” I said. “I would never put you in danger.”

Jason’s jaw dropped as his gaze landed on his uncle, who hadn’t been in the country for years. He didn’t miss how possessively he held Jasmine and a twinge of jealousy ignited in his chest. “U-uncle Asher, it’s been so long,” he masked his jealousy with a strained smile. “When did you come back?” Asher completely ignored him as his gaze was still fixed on Jasmine. “It’s you,” he mumbled in recognition. Jasmine’s cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

she assured him. Until then, she used to think that her uncle was strict and cold. But today she is understanding that he is far better than anyone present in that party. He never judges a person by their status. And at that moment, she felt overwhelming respect for Xavier. As if materialising from her thoughts, Xavier and Sierra walked in at that moment, hand in hand. "Uncle, Si" Claire rushed to greet them, closely followed by Adam. Claire hugged both Xavier and Sierra, one with each hand.