I Miss My Uncle Charles Y'all の小説・ストーリー

She looked very frustrated, and I was eager to tease her. "Pull yourself together, Grace." I tried to make her feel a little better. Hearing my words, she suddenly removed her hands from her face and looked at me. "Calm down?" Her voice choked up. “I can't be like you, who thinks all this is fine. You're Jhon's uncle. How can I be as calm as you say?" Grace opened her hands as if asking me to understand her. Grace shook her head quickly and hissed at me. "You're crazy."

A ring suddenly started disturbing silent atmosphere in my room, it's my mobile showing my uncle charles number on it, Charles Brown is my grandfather attorney who is very close to him and also played very important role in his life I slide the phone in positive to reply him. "Good Morning Uncle Charles", I said him thinking why he called me urgently. "Good morning Jasmine, I have an important news to you dear, are you free for today to meet me??", He asked me whether I am free or not, my thoughts are wandering why he is so calculative about this news, I never listened him talking about something like that. "Dear are you there??",uncle asked me stopping me train of thoughts. "Yes uncle I am

Zella “Happy birthday, Uncle Charlie,” I cheered, hugging the old man on the wheelchair. Uncle Charlie was way older than my Dad and Isaiah, but I was always around while we grew up too. He used a wheelchair but was as stubborn and grumpy as hell. “What's fun about it? Those damn reporters are out there with their cameras again, and I don't know half the people in this hall,” He said sullenly. I could see the glint in his eyes, though. He was happy.

Charles opens the door. "What's with all the racket? I'm trying to get sleep," "I'm sorry, uncle Brinley, left me," Charles rose a brow. "Left you?" I nod. His jaw ticks. "I'm sorry to hear that, nephew," He grits out his palms, fists at his side as he walks back to the door. "I hope you find her," He says as he walks out. I narrow my eyes at Kyle. "Charles acted angrier then surprised," Kyle purses his lips.

What should I do now? I could hear from my back that Mico’s uncle, Yvan Reed, moved. I turned to look at him. He stood up from his seat. His eyes met mine, and I felt like I was going to melt with his stares.

Kira stood alone in the dimly lit living room, her palm pressed against the cold glass, her reflection staring back at her. It had been two months since her mother’s death, yet grief clung to her like a second skin. Her father, Samnyon, had buried himself in business, leaving her with silence. Sophia Kata had entered their lives soon after—soft smiles, gentle words—but Kira had never let her heart accept the woman fully. Because with Sophia came Sajah. Her step-uncle. Her forbidden flame.

"And our family day. You promised to go out with me. Then Lily had a fever, and you left. You went to the hospital for her. You missed our last family day." Sofia wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Uncle Leonardo, me and Mom have waited long enough. We do not need you in our lives anymore." Leonardo looked like he had been punched. Leonardo knelt there, swaying. "Sofia, Daddy is sorry. Daddy will be with you every day from now on. Okay?" Sofia shook her head. "No thanks. You go be with Lily. You like her better anyway." Leonardo closed his eyes in pain. "That is not true. It is not true."

Charles responded as if it were nothing, "Mommy, you look very tired." "The final days are approaching, once the plan is finalized, I'm off on vacation!" Fiona walked over and hugged Charles, her cheek rubbing against him affectionately, "Has Chicago gone to bed?" "Yeah." Charles continued after a paused, "Mommy, I want to take Chicago back to uncle's place." "Hmm?" Fiona looked up at Charles, puzzled, "Why?" "Uncle must be lonely by himself," Charles answered earnestly, "And Chicago also needs to start preparing for the school entrance exams."

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

Uncle Grant had ordered takeout for me, and the delivery had arrived just now. After my parents passed away, not only had Uncle Grant paid for my studies, but he had also always worried I might not be eating well. That was why he would buy me good food every few days. He was the closest person I had in this world. Yet, I had almost crossed that line with him just now. I hugged my knees as I sat on the couch, staring into nothing. His reaction to me earlier had clearly been a man's reaction to a woman. How was I supposed to face Uncle Grant after this?