Miles Morales Uncle Novels & Stories

I brought the phone to my ear to answer, while parking the car in front of a Mall. “Melissa White," The gruff voice said from his end. My heart skipped a beat. It was my Uncle. He never really liked me. I could vividly remember the day when my father was rushed to the hospital after I had coerced him to take that drink with an overdose of his meds.

“I can’t hear anymore.” I looked at my Uncle. “Uncle Dale, you are a kidnapper, murderer, and abuser. You did everything out of jealousy and revenge for something that was out of the control of my mother and father. You disgust me. When you leave here, you are dead to me. Since Jules and Rachel knew who you really were and they did nothing to help me, they are dead to me too.” I rose from my chair and looked at Elias, “Is there anything you need to ask?”

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

I stammered, trying to sound normal, “you’re still around? I thought you’d left already, considering the time.” My dad chuckled. “Michelle, you know your uncle wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you. You should know that right” I turned fully toward Uncle Pedro, biting the inside of my cheek. “Oh… I know. I just… so what happened? Aren’t you going anymore?” I asked, failing to hide the curiosity in my voice. Mom sighed softly. “Your uncle had some issues come up. He’ll be leaving tomorrow instead.” “Yeah,” Uncle Pedro added, his deep voice sending a tiny shiver down my spine. “Something came up. I need to sort it out first. I’m flying out early tomorrow morning.”

No more. “The Moretti’s will stand behind you.” I turn my head and see my uncles walking into the clubhouse. Uncle Nate and Nico both look at me. I’m shocked. Uncle Nate nods his head at me. I fight the tears back. Over the years, he and uncle Nico have both been in contact with me. After all, I have done jobs for them. “So will the Cartel.” Uncle Nico says, and I fight the emotions that are building inside of me. I just give them a head nod as I turn to look at my family.

Gabriel’s voice pulled me gently from my thoughts. He came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I laughed softly before my attention shifted toward the entrance area. “Oh my God,” Gabriel whispered, almost sounding amused. "Aunt Stacy and Uncle Barone had just walked in, holding hands." I knew Aunt Stacy was Enzo's mother, but who was the man? "Who is uncle Barone?" I asked. "My late father's brother," someone else answered behind us. I turned to see Enzo standing there, looking slightly displeased. "I'm still wondering how it all got to this."

"Uncle Terrence, is my cake delicious?" Cedrick glanced at Miles coldly and almost lost his taste. "You will know it after you taste it. Need I feed you?" Miles was stuck for words. 'It's strange. Why is the aura of this taciturn uncle like Big Demon's? 'It's impossible. 'Big Demon won't be so ugly. 'Mummy said that I was the mini copy of Big Demon. 'If I grow up and am as ugly as Uncle Terrence, I won't be able to get a wife!'

She’s like the blueprint for all moms worldwide - gentle, never scolds me, and never loses her temper,’ Milo said proudly. Arlie didn’t respond, though he agreed with his friend. Milo pointed towards the kitchen. ‘Aunt Vero is like another mother to me. Both she and my mom shower me with love.’ ‘Uncle Penshaw and Uncle Heath also care for me deeply, much like your aunt. I feel like Uncle Heath is almost like a mom to me,’ Arlie explained. ‘Who’s Uncle Heath?’ Milo looked puzzled. ‘You haven’t met him yet, but you will next time,’ Arlie assured him.

She’s probably here to say something that’ll just ruin my mood. Kiera smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gestured with her hands. “I have good news, Frank.” The words caught his attention. Slowly, he looked up, searching her face. She wasn’t known for “good news”—not for him, anyway. “What’s the good news, Mom?” he asked, genuinely curious, a little wary. Kiera’s smile widened. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, looking almost pleased with herself. “I spoke with your uncle Zach early this morning,” she began. “After a long time, I finally heard something positive.”

' I ask. 'Your Father is dead but your uncle your Father's brother is also working with them. They had your Uncle kill your Father in order for your uncle to join them' He says 'I'm not surprised my uncle Luis hates my father especially because he was obsessed with my mother he wanted her to be his chosen mate instead of her being with my father.' I said