My Deceased Unborn Nephew Novels & Stories

I take a seat on the grass with my fiancées, and stare up at the sky. "Hi momma.. Hi pappee. I miss you so much. I wish you were here so I could tell you my news. I'm engaged! I've got two baby boys on the way.. And I'm happy! I'm sorry I wasn't happy when I was younger; it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I didn't let myself get close to you. When Uncle Dunc died in that car crash, I couldn't let myself bond with anybody. You know how much I loved him.. How close we were. It shocked me. I was scared I'd lose you too. And I did! You both died! You left me.

I take a seat on the grass with my fiancées, and stare up at the sky. "Hi momma.. Hi pappee. I miss you so much. I wish you were here so I could tell you my news. I'm engaged! I've got two baby boys on the way.. And I'm happy! I'm sorry I wasn't happy when I was younger; it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I didn't let myself get close to you. When Uncle Dunc died in that car crash, I couldn't let myself bond with anybody. You know how much I loved him.. How close we were. It shocked me. I was scared I'd lose you too. And I did! You both died! You left me.

I emphasized the last word, looking my uncle in the eye. Sebastian Hayworth is a man in his sixties, with dead eyes, a receding gray hairline and a frail frame. But there's nothing weak about him, as he constantly reminded me during the years I lived with him. After my father died after getting shot in a robbery attempt, my mom, out of shock at the news, went into labor several weeks before the due date. The stress was too great for her body and she died following my birth, leaving me under my uncle's care.

For her and our baby. My uncle was injured, but I didn't manage to hit any of his vital organs. If he got up and finished me off, my empire would be his, totally his. I struggled to get up, but it was no use. That's when I saw him coming towards me, his eyes searching for blood. “Goodbye, nephew,” he pointed the gun at me. I had imagined my death over and over again, but in none of those versions did I imagine it would be like this, the man I trusted and thought was loyal, ending my life.

It wasn't just any death anniversary it was that of their former king so he said the whole of Manaco would be there. In truth I have never attended a funeral before not to talk of a death anniversary,I barely even know the date my parents died. I don't know what to expect when I get there or what to wear or do. I have half a day till the anniversary but I'm already getting nervous from the thoughts of being with his whole family again to mourn people I barely even know

I was expecting him to storm into the house if he was as uninterested as he wanted it to appear, but instead, he remained there. Uncle amir nodded in acceptance before turning to me. “zeynep, let us go inside. It’s not right for us to talk outside.” One of my other uncles chimed, clearly unimpressed with the reception they’d been accorded. “Tell her, so we can leave this place.” “Uncle, who is it?” I repeated to Uncle amir, grabbing his hand. He sighed deeply. “It is your brother, Orion passed away yesterday morning.”

He laughed and I was happy I could relieve a bit of tension for him, "What happened to Uncle anyway, I thought he had an adoptive daughter, Luna Stacey's niece?" He sighed, "yea I can't remember her name, Racheal, Roe, something like that, anyway she doesn't want it, she says she has her business’, and she really isn't in our bloodline, it makes sense. Uncle hasn't been right since Luna Stacey passed, they were older anyway," he sighed, "I'm taking some of my best with me, I leave next week."

Reaching up, we both accepted the water. “I am sorry to hear that. He might have been an asshole, but he didn’t deserve to die.” I gave him my sincerest smile. He waved his hand in the air and then moved around the couch to join us. “Think nothing of it. He was my nephew, but he was far too spoiled for his own good. I feel bad for his parents, but he and I weren’t exactly the closest. I knew that his attitude was just going to put him in an early grave.”

"And my nephew Ethan Rivera,my sister's son, is the managing director. " "Ethan Rivera?" she asked He stared briefly at her "Yes ,do you know him?”

Nina finally asked him and saw her question made him sigh a little roughly. “Because my uncle's relations with our family have turned extremely fragile and tender after my uncle's wife, Noelle's death,” he uttered and she wordlessly listened to him. “Once my uncle used to be just like us when his wife, Noelle, was alive. My uncle and my late aunty, Noelle, were childhood best friends because both of their parents were best friends. They grew up together, studied together, lived together and even fell in love with each other together,” Nina keenly heard his every word.