I Miss My Uncle Charles Y'all Novels & Stories

Charles complimented, “Thank you but you, it's my uncle's mansion” “The one you said took you in?” “Hmmm” “So no one is home?” He asked looking around, “Nhhh, Liam already left for football practice, let me get us something to drink” I said to him and stood up as I began to make my way to the kitchen, “I'm coming with you” Charles said and stood up too. “Wow your uncle must be so freaking rich, is this a mansion or a castle?” Charles complimented almost making me laugh

Peyton said. “Alright, ma. Uncle Charles, I hope you bought something for me from Florida?” Margaret said and glimpsed at Charles’ face. “No! I am sorry. The seminar was just too demanding,” Charles said. “There is no problem; thank God you are back home,” Margaret said.

"That you wish to satiate yourself to the last with her, being treated like a slut in exchange for small gifts that mean nothing in the end." "Please stop." "The past will always be a part of our lives, Charles and that your uncle seconds it makes it even more bizarre and disgusting," he finally sentences causing me to have to run away from there, unsettled by what I just heard.

✿ CHAPTER 9 ✿ I drove my car into our villa. Our butler, Uncle Charles, came out Smiling like he was expecting me home after centuries. "Young miss, you're back home!" he smiled warmly as he approached me. Uncle Charles was the only man who had cared for me since I was a child Even though he was now getting older, I still respected him deeply. "Hmm...is Mom and Dad at home?" I asked as we both entered the house.

"Baby. Why is that?" "You always call me child. I don't like it at all." "You call me Uncle. I'm not that old," he stated as if he was hurt. "You look like my uncle and you are Dominic's uncle. If Dominic did not only betray me, I would be calling you uncle by now," I muttered, as my voice broke in the end. He looked at me with pity and I hated it. So much. “Baby it is. You don’t have to be emotional about it. As long as the Council will believe me.”

She said, and I sighed softly, leaning on the railings. "Ma... You know if something was wrong, you'll be the first person I would call." I said and I heard her sigh at the other end. "I know love... I just miss you. Well, your dad and I, actually." She said and I chuckled. "Well, I'll be home soon for the holidays. You won't have to wait that long." "Looking forward to that." She said and I smiled. "What about your Uncle? How is he doing? Do you keep up with him?"

Not so much. The door to my hospital room slid open with a mechanical hiss. I didn’t look up. The nurse had probably returned with more ice chips or to remind me for the tenth time that I needed rest. Or maybe it was Linda. I wasn’t sure which option filled me with more dread. But it wasn’t either of them. “Well, well, well. Look at this sorry son of a gun.” I blinked and turned my head slowly toward the voice. Uncle Charles. Dressed like he’d just walked off the set of an old Western movie. The man never traveled without his suspenders, his flask of questionable ‘tea,’ and an opinion that he was far too eager to share.

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”

Looking back now, everything felt almost impossible to believe. There had once been a girl whose entire future had shattered before her eyes. Her mate had chosen someone else.... Her best friend. The two people she had trusted most had walked away together, leaving behind nothing but heartbreak and betrayal. At the time, I believed that was the end of my story. How wonderfully mistaken I had been because my mate chose my best friend. And then, his uncle claimed me. Not because fate demanded it. Not because duty required it. But because he had already spent lifetimes quietly loving me before I ever learned to love him back.

Once I got out of the mansion, I strode down to my car and contacted Fabian through our mindlink. "Hello, Fabian." "Morning, Alpha. What can I help you with today?" Fabian asked, and I said, "Get me a present to deliver to my uncle and bring it to the venue." "Which of your uncles is that?" Fabian asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "How many uncles do I have? Get the gift to Elder Collins's manor," I said, to which he answered, "Alright, Alpha." I hopped into my car and drove off to the venue. When I arrived at Uncle Collins's manor, his wife and two sons welcomed me.