Miles Morales Uncle Novels & Stories

"Where are you going?" "I have some business." Uncle Matthew's reply was very short. He didn't even glance at me and instead focused on adjusting his watch. "But you can't drive a car. Let me take you." I felt uncomfortable, stupid and awkward. I wasn't very good at driving, but it wasn't too bad and could still be considered safe if only to take uncle to his workplace. I'm an adult after all. You don't have to worry about me. Uncle looked at me while straightening his tie. "You'd better stay at home. I've hired a driver to bring the car because I have something important to do."

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

" That's when my uncle, Santiago came into the picture. He took me and my father couldn't care less about that. Santiago DeAngelo was one of the most feared men in the world. He had power, fame and money. And he made me who I am today. He was a much better father than his brother ever was to me. And so I learnt everything I knew today from him. " One day, I woke up and couldn't find him. He'd been abducted and killed by Jamie Templeman, an enemy to all of us, his body dumped into a sewer. I don't remember ever being angry and lost in my entire life before. I tried to move on from the loss. But it was impossible. Not until I make Jamie and his entire bloodline pay. Only then would I accept my

"Handsome uncle isn't a bad person. He might seem tough, but actually, he's kind of pitiful. The other day, I was sure that he suffers from a strange blood disease. I was able to feel the irregular pulsating feeling of his veins when I handed him the candy." "So? You want to trust him all because of that?" Miguel asked. "Of course not." She answered and turned her eyes to her twin. "But I feel like handsome uncle isn't a bad person at all and in the situation we’re in, I'm sure he'd help." "You really believe that? Even if he had bullied mommy?" Michelle paused for a second, thinking back to that time when she had been seated next to her Zacharie and how it had felt when she touched his palm

All seventeen… no sixteen of my uncles were seated in my office, and their faces told me that something was wrong. "Where is Uncle Miles?" I asked, frowning as a guess came to my mind. Suddenly, uncle Chance burst into tears and buried his face into his face as he cried out, "Is this the end of all of us! Are you all doomed?" Tapping his brother back, Uncle Robert slightly shook his head as he sniffed aggressively, looking as though he was fighting back tears. When I swayed my gaze on uncle Chase, he rested his head back against the couch and let out a loud cry.

Was Trevor touching him the way I had—fingers curling inside, tongue licking deep, voice praising him while he fell apart? The front door opened. “Miles…” I started, but the word died when I saw them. Miles stepped inside first, cheeks flushed, hair mussed like he’d been running his hands through it or someone else had. Trevor followed close behind, close enough that their shoulders brushed. Both of them looked… wrecked. Lips swollen, eyes bright, clothes slightly askew. “Oh shit,” Trevor said, freezing when he saw me. “He’s your uncle?” Miles frowned, confused. “Yes. Have you seen him before?”

At the same time, a very unreasonable knock came from my door. Everyone in this house had a pattern of knocking for me to know who it was. But whoever just knocked knocked like a dying mushroom. I waited without a word and watched the doorknob twist and the door opened. His head came in first. Mark. I knew he was weird the moment he stepped into my abode but refused to say a thing about it. “What do you want?” I wasn’t so friendly with my voice. “Uncle.” His voice reeked with incoming sarcasm, lies and words of hypocrisy. Uncle? He’s never called me that in years, not when we are alone. I poured myself another cup and rested on the table, folding my arms over my chest.

I won’t let her life be used as a threat to him. ~~~~~~~ I entered the VIP room of the club. Carlos was already waiting. I’d decided to put distance between him and Morales. To do that, I needed to keep Carlos busy. “Uncle, you sent for me?” he asked, standing and walking toward me. I sat, crossed my legs, and watched him closely. “You can sit,” I said. “Thank you, uncle,” he replied, taking the seat opposite me. A waiter poured wine; I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “What have you been doing lately?” I asked.

“Uncle…” “Here…” The low, gravelly voice startled her. She finally spotted him leaning against the far wall near his cabinet, half-concealed in the deep shadows. “Uncle?” She walked closer, her breath catching as the dim light revealed him fully. He was completely shirtless, his broad chest heaving with deep, uneven breaths, as though he were feverish or fighting something fierce inside him. “Uncle, are you alright?” she asked, her voice trembling with genuine concern.

The moment Julian stepped through the doorway with me on his arm, the hum of polite conversation died down to a sharp, collective gasp. And there, standing near the main bar with a glass of scotch in his trembling hand, was Marcus. Beside him, dressed in a pale pink gown that paled in comparison to mine, stood Chloe. Marcus’s eyes met mine, and his glass nearly slipped from his fingers. His face turned a dangerous shade of purple. He stared at my arm wrapped around his uncle’s, then at the massive crimson dress, and finally at the diamond sparkling on my hand. "Julian," a cold, smooth voice echoed as an older man with graying temples walked toward us. It was Arthur Vance—Julian’s elder broth