I Miss My Uncle Charles Y'all Mga Nobela at Kwento

Now at 17, although I once hated his domineering nature, I’d learned that his mate had passed away. I've tried to be a good girl ever since, feeling that I must help him find a second mate before I find my own and leave him. "I know. You don't want to leave your uncle all alone when you find a mate." Chris patted me on the head, and I rolled my eyes at her. “He’s done a lot for me. You know that,” I argued, pushing past her and toward the door. Electronic music was drifting up from the party already. I bet some guests were arriving by now.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

∆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?

EVAN'S POV I rushed over to the address that was sent to me. I didn't even have a minute to think. I drove like a madman, and when I got there, I searched around a little bit before I could see them staying there and shivering. "Come here, come over to uncle." I stretched my hands to take them. "Uncle Evan!!" Andrew managed to speak even with the cold making his teeth chatter. "I'm cold. I want to go home with you."

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

Finally, I spoke, trying to suppress my anger and panic "Uncle?" “I missed you.” He replied I froze, surprised. “Missed me?” My voice came out quieter than intended, tinged with confusion. “It hasn’t even been—what—twenty-four hours? And what does that have to do with the situation, I just asked a question" He turned to glance at me, dark eyes intent, unwavering. “I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?”

I let out a scoff and drank the wine in one go. “Next time when you try to use me, at least respect me,” I put the glass down on the server’s tray and left to stand in the corner. “Since we all had such an amazing night, why don’t we dance a little?” Aunt Marissa’s suggestion got her a harsh look from her mate. Uncle Charles was a nice beta and a nice man. He had taken the spot of a father figure for us. But the only person he forgot to do justice to was his own mate. His behavior towards her was extremely rude and dismissive.

“Anyway, how are you? I got those papers you asked of me.” “Yeah?” I ask. “They’re done?” “As done as ever,” he replies. “I don’t know why you took so long to fake your death, kid. Honestly, you’re lucky that nobody came after you with threats.” “I was a nobody back then,” I state. “Who would even care to remember me? Evan Montague was nothing but a poor boy whose parents left him nothing but bad debts.” “You never know,” Uncle Charlie claims. He sounds like a paranoid old fuck. “Anyway, they’re here. I understand that you don’t want me to send them to you. You’ll come get them yourself.”

Aria’s father. With a sigh, he answered the call. “Charles.” “Liam,” Charles’s voice was calm, almost eerily so. “I need you to meet me. Right now. I’ll text you the address. And don’t think about ignoring me this time. If you want a peaceful life, you’ll come.”

He said and walked out angrily. “Dad, what's wrong with Uncle Charles? What does it mean to have equal rights?” I said. My father scoffed…”Don't mind all of that. He is just misbehaving, trying to reap where didn't sow.” And that was it…the one and only time they had such a hot argument before my Dad passed on. I saw the look on Quentin's face the minute I ended my narration to him. “You still don't believe Uncle Charles is behind the whole coverup??”