My Aunt Webtoon Novels & Stories

Heading towards the front door, I bumped into my aunt, Jaela, who was walking up the driveway. "Auntie!" I rushed over to give her a tight hug. "Oh dear," she hugged me and gave me a forehead kiss. "I'm so sorry for not coming over sooner. Your cousin had the flu, and I had to take care of him." "It's okay," I smiled softly. "I'm glad to see you." "I'm glad to see you too." She looked sad and tired, but she put on a brave face. But I knew my auntie too well not to know that something was bothering her.

[Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful] The post went into great detail, starting from the social media post Emma had uploaded. Then people followed the trail and uncovered more of her private accounts, and the content inside was shocking. One account was of her documenting her “daily life”. “Today I got my cousin kicked out onto the balcony. My aunt really does love me the most.” “I brought up the apple thing on purpose. Auntie and Lucas both took my side, and my cousin was so angry her face turned green. It was hilarious.”

IRENE "Don't you think the weather's a little too hot for turtle necks?" Aunt asked as she picked up a fresh red apple and placed it in her basket. Her gaze shifted to hold my gaze and her soft smile as she glanced at my outfit made my cheek burn. "It's not what you think," I said quickly in a pathetic attempt to defend myself. She laughed, walking past me in the open supermarket, "Oh, but it is what I felt last night. Congratulations." she whispered, chuckling as she moved to the next shop. Everyone was eager for her to come to their stall. She was Luna after all.

my aunt said comfortingly "oh aunty please don't try to use my mental illness against me! Just admit you lied! I promise I won't be mad okay" I replied her threatening to burst into tears. "So much for having hope about revenge huh aunt" I said and then started to cry. Suddenly my aunt screamed, " you are a werewolf, I'm a werewolf, we are all werewolves, believe it or not we are" " just listen to me and let me explain okay Dominique I'll tell you everything I promise"she said while looking at me with tear filled eyes. "Ok aunt, I'll listen but I want nothing but the truth, I need you to stop lying to me. I replied her sadly

It was meant for warriors and not useless omegas like us. But when you're the nephew of the most trusted wolf, the Oracle, there's very little you don't get tipped off about. Then you handle the rest yourself. I recall two nights ago, when my aunt, Medura, walked into the house. She was drenched in sadness and grief as she sat down with her purchases from Willy's Wools. "How was the shopping, Aunt?" I had asked as I set dinner before her. Nothing special. Just cornbread and corned beef stew. I had baked the cornbread from some of the corn flour rations we were given by the humans every week.

Solenne I couldn't believe the story my aunt just told us. Her and my mother endured so much pain for no other reason than for some men to have more power. All the years of my childhood she was cold and distant with me I now understood why. I was the reason she had to keep living. "I'm so sorry Aunt Luna." I whispered as she broke down in tears. She just said how she wanted to die but stayed alive to raise me. She had no pleasure left in this world.

she looked up from her phone screen. My curiosity about this artist and her work had been growing the whole time my aunt spoke about her. Why had she chosen her over every other artist? Why all the way from Oregon? “Would you like anything?” I asked my Aunt. “Yes, please. I didn't have breakfast. I was still contemplating what to make when you came.” My aunt looked embarrassed. I shook my head. “You should–” “I know what you're going to say. Don't. Save me the embarrassment,” she pleaded. I chuckled.

“You had five years to reach out, to let us know you were alive, to come home. Instead we had to find out through news reports that you’d been living it up as Luna of another pack.” “I wasn’t living it up,” I said, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. “Aaron did things to me, terrible things that I couldn’t speak about. He…..” “And yet here you are, very much alive and clearly thriving,” my aunt said, gesturing at my expensive clothes and jewelry. “Meanwhile Aaron has been nothing but respectful to us, to your Nana’s memory. He’s funded the upkeep of this property, organized these remembrances, been a part of this community.”

, "Uncle, l just took an excuse. Tomorrow only Lewis will go to school. I will collect his notes and copy after he returned" "But why dear?", "It's because I need to stay with you Uncle. I see you are worried since after you retired". "It's all because of your Aunt. I am not really happy about her habits. A luckiest man is the one who found a true love. I don't even know how l got married with this woman". "Then you are a hero" "And what about your Aunt?" "Am! Umm! A Villian. A hero is the best". "I know my child!"

My aunt chanted over and over again, tears running down her face. “I could never forgive Damon!” No matter how the werewolf’s Moon Goddess tried to manipulate it all, my hatred was still as strong for him as it had been when I had woken up, and the very thing he asked not to be ruined -us- I was going to wreck with a smile on my face. “Alright then,” Aunt Aurora said, wiping her eyes. “Let’s get revenge on them. How can I help?” She asked, her eyes holding a reflection of the loathe in mine.