Miles Morales Uncle Novels & Stories

Uncle Miles says to us Thank you so much, Miles. mom says to Uncle Miles. Mom looked at him so lovingly and smiled at him. Omg thank you so much, Uncle Miles. I'm still sorry we had to leave early and rush everything along it's my fault. I say to him No ma'am it's not at all your fault baby,that boy was a cheater. Is your phone still off, Jade? mom says, and I'm feeling very protected by her. I know she'd probably fight a bear for me she's so tough.

I explained, and I saw my Uncle’s face drop, like he hadn’t considered all the consequences of his son’s actions. “Jordan, I have always been honest with you, now I need you to be honest with me. Be it as your Uncle, or your Alpha. But, I need you to answer me a question. You likely know Miles better than anyone else. Do you think there is anyway back for him? Do you think he can get better?” My Uncle looked at me hopefully. My mind was full of so many thoughts in this instant. I could see the desperation within my Uncle’s eyes. He wanted there to be hope, and who could blame him? This was his son, after all. But, if I said there was no hope, then I was basically handing over my title… Yet h

“Congratulations on your career. I heard you’re working with Funes. I’m truly proud of you. You deserve it.” “Thank you, Uncle Adrián…” she replied, with a sincere smile. “Really. Please give your mother and father a big hug from me. I’ll go see them soon.” “I will,” he said, proud. Milagros tilted her head, half shy, half emotional. “It was so good to see you, Uncle Adrián.” “It was so good to see you too, sweetheart.”

"I... I have an uncle?" "You have more than just an uncle, Millie-Rose," Vicente said, his expression turning profoundly tender as he reached across the space to cup my face in his large, warm hand. "Edwardo is your mother’s eldest brother. And you have one aunt and another uncle—Lucia and Mateo—along with five cousins who are currently training in the high academy. The next time I visit this territory, or the very moment you step foot on Spanish soil, I will come with or invite all of your mother’s siblings to greet you."

he said slowly, “was inspired by something that happened years ago. My family ordered it.” My throat tightened. “What happened?” I asked before I could stop myself. He didn’t look away. His jaw flexed. “A boy my age. Seventeen then. He tried to betray my family… he was caught. I was the one forced to pull the trigger.” I staggered back a step, my breath catching. The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in. He killed… at seventeen? Eric’s eyes pierced through me, daring me to flinch. “So don’t test me, Kiki. I don’t make empty threats. When I say six months, I mean six months. You step out of line, I won’t hesitate.”

He looked deeply worried, far more worried than he had been when they first arrived. "The pain is manageable now," she murmured, her jade eyes locking onto his. "Kiel, what is it? Why do you look so worried?" Ezekiel hesitated, his jaw clenching as he glanced away, clearly trying to find the right words to shield her from the grim reality outside. Before he could speak, the witch Morana stepped forward from the dark shadows near her bubbling pot. Her obsidian eyes were cold, fixed intently on the young Luna.

Jen commented, amazed. Aurora just laughed softly and shook her head at them. "I can't miss my brother's birthday." He turned to Alea and smiled. "So, who's your topic a while ago? Did I hear right? Amber and Scarlet? Are they here?” she asked. He also turned around and immediately saw Scarlet and Amber. "Who's the guy?" He turned back to his companions. "That's Stephen Williamson, the uncle of Scarlet and the boyfriend of Amber," Jen answered.

I replied, walking toward the break room. We were sitting having coffee when my phone got a message notification. It was from Fred: "Alexander, we're having lunch with my uncle, the one from the hospital, on Wednesday." Great, he managed to talk to his uncle and set up a time. I replied confirming and thanking him. On Wednesday, I met Fred and his uncle at the restaurant. Dr. Molina was a tall, athletic man with graying hair. Very kind, he was what my mother would call a perfect gentleman, which I was beginning to think was a family trait, since Fred was the same way.

he yelled and threw the empty glass across the booth, shattering it into small pieces. “What do you mean? Is there more to mom’s life than being a crack and booze addict?” I asked him dryly, because all my life even though I have had parents, they were mostly absent from my life. Dad was busy in another city fucking some faceless bitch whereas mom drowned herself in sorrow. “Huh!” he mocked me with a little laugh and this is the first time I have ever seen him like this. So broke, vulnerable and vindictive. I got up from my seat angrily and pushed my Uncle’s head on the table as I pressed him down, and threatened, “Tell me now, or I will tell my father what was going on between Millicent and

Halfway through, Dad leaned back in his chair and said, “So, Richard Hale recently died.” I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. “I heard he owed a lot of money to Andrew,” Dad continued. Andrew. As in Andrew Stone. My uncle. The man with zero heart and zero patience. If you owed him money, you were basically screwed. “So, the Hales owe Uncle Andrew?” I asked, trying and failing to hide my smirk. “Yeah. Why do you ask?” Mom eyed me suspiciously. “Just curious.” But inside? Oh, I was buzzing.