I Miss My Uncle Charles Y'all Novels & Stories

Finally, she said, "You two have been together for so many years, and everyone supports your relationship. Don't let something so small affect your feelings for each other." That was the final blow. I had no choice but to smile and say, "Don't worry, Charles and I have always had a good relationship." Beside us, Georgie nudged Charles and mumbled, "Uncle, I want the toy from the TV." "Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you," Charles said gently. "Uncle, once you get married to Aunt Celia, will you not want me and my mom anymore?" The entire table went silent. I said nothing and just stared at Charles.

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.

I heard my son’s squeal of delight, and an involuntary smile paved its way to my lips. Charles then watched Macy in my arms and asked. “May I hold her, Marcus?” I nodded. “Sure. Macy, come to Uncle Charles.” I whispered to my little girl. I was surprised when she lifted her arms and latched on Charles' neck when he carried her. But it was Charles’ expression that I found hilarious. He had this goofy look on his face. It was like he swallowed a lemon or something. He rocked Macy in his arms, “I am your Uncle Charles. I love you, Macy.”

“I already told you. This isn’t your bonding ceremony. You don’t have the right to cancel it!” However, Nate didn’t hear a word. He rubbed his fingers together as he mocked me. “You’re destined to marry into our family. And in the entire Bryce clan, I’m the only one of age. So if it’s not me, who else could it be?” His younger brother spoke up hesitantly, “Nate, there’s still Uncle Elliot. He doesn’t have a mate either.” Nate burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “That cripple in the family? He doesn’t have a mate because no girl in her right mind would marry someone half-broken!”

“I need a lawyer who can help me with my case, Summer. Adrian won’t let this slide easily. That’s why… I came here. Do you know a lawyer who can help me?” “I don’t know any lawyers personally, but my uncle does. I’ll give you his phone number, and you can ask for his help,” Summer said. Noticing the hesitation on my face, she quickly added, “Don’t worry. You can trust him with your case. Or, if you prefer, I can arrange a meeting for you. All you have to do is show up.” I paused, feeling a bit unsure. But I had no other choice. “Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble your uncle,” I said to her.

A new message appeared,from an unknown number. Elias’s expression hardened instantly. The message read: Unknown: Stay away from Layla. Elias’s eyes darkened and slowly… he smiled. He couldn't imagine what gave the little boy the audacity. He ignored the message and went back to his work He shook his head slowly and muttered. “I'm your uncle,you brat.”

“Prison? For what? Why?” She knew Lucien Roswood was the black sheep of the Roswood family—because Shane had talked about him non-stop the year they began dating. “I have an uncle. He’s a terrible person. He almost ruined the family’s reputation. Then he ran away from the country, leaving my dad to clean his mess.” “He’s the worst of them all. A total scumbag. If he ever shows his face in front of me, I’d put my fist through his fucking face.”

Surely the girl who'd be his mate would be so lucky, she thought. Cassian's gaze landed on Rosalie, and he stopped. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and they shone brightly. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. Rosalie felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. He’s looking at me, she realized, her heart thundering. He sees the dress. He sees me. But a thought plagued her happiness... He also knew she was an omega. But then, the air temperature plummeted. The crowd parted as a second figure ascended the stairs. He didn't wear white or gold. He was dressed in charcoal black, his presence so heavy and merciless that the cheering died down to a fearful hum. It was the Alpha Uncle

The strap marks from the High Hall still burned like brands across my skin. Outcast. The word echoed with every painful heartbeat. My name had been stripped from every record. My belongings burned. Everything I had loved… erased. I stumbled and fell hard onto the frozen ground. Pain flared through my body, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. How had it come to this? How had the men I loved—the ones who once held me like I was their entire world—thrown me away so easily? A soft, melodic laugh cut through the trees.

"Charles, don't you think you're a bit on edge?" It was not just Sean. Even Noelle thought Charles might be taking things too far. Before long, Charles's phone buzzed to life. He glanced at the caller ID, a smirk playing on his lips, and shook the phone in front of Sean and Noelle. "Talk about perfect timing." Charles swiped to answer the call. "Hello!" "Charles, it's me, your uncle!" "I know," Charles said with a half-smile. "What's up, Uncle? What's got you calling me out of the blue today?"