My Deceased Unborn Nephew Novels & Stories

Uncle says in a grim voice. “Why, Uncle, I will look out for them.” I repeat. “You can’t my child because Benjamin and his wife died yeara ago and nobody knows where their son gone.” Uncle says and I feel someone has poured molten lava into my ears. “What!!!”

" Why did he have to die? He? I said. “Yes, sis, my son. “I was so excited about my son." We were going to get married later." She told me not to drink. I laughed it off." “Look what happened." Now, she hates me." I just wanted everything to go back to normal before that stupid party." If I had not gone to that fucking party! Our Babyboy is here." “It's going to be okay." Did you guys have a name for my nephew?" She smiled." “Yes, Brody Travis Timothy Jefferson, wow, bro, that's a beautiful long name."

Instead, I handed it to my nephew to arrange my funeral. He was a simple, honest man. He used the money to buy me a good burial plot, one with beautiful garden nearby. He even showed me photos of the tombstone he has ordered. It was comforting to know I had at least one relative willing to take care of my remains. --- That day, I was sitting at the foot of the mountain, soaking up the sun. Out of nowhere, a rock came hurtling down from above. Before I could react, it struck my head.

My uncle says and for the first time since finding out about her condition he seemed devastated. “I’m sorry unc I don’t know what to say.” “How about that, I never thought I’d live to see the day my youngest nephew was at a loss for words and all it took was my wife’s untimely demise.” My uncle snaps at Frankie who visibly clenches and unclenches his fist before getting up to walk toward the door. “I’ll see you later Gio, I think my allergies are flaring up I should go.” “What allergies Frankie? I didn’t know you had any.” Shadow speaks up finally.

he burst into tears. Oh no, she’s actually dead? I knew she deserved to die but it’s really sad she had to die like this, I thought. “Oh no, when was that?” “She passed away three years ago, my dear. You’re the only family I have left in this world.” “That’s so sad, uncle. So what are you here for?”

It's no longer safe. I am sorry that I couldn't muster up the courage to tell you everything about your birth. The little time that I had with you , my baby girl, was too perfect. I didn't want to ruin your innocence. But the gates have been opened. They will soon be pouring in. It's almost time for your awakening. Maybe you will find your uncle trying to connect with you and explain everything. I forgot to mention. I do have a little brother. His name is Kilian.

If he was asking for something, well, why not just give it to him? "Jen, when did you become so funny?" Wendy laughed. "He doesn't seem very heartbroken to me!" "Your guess was right. He's already planning to have another child." My uncle is cold and selfish. Maybe he was genuinely upset when he first heard the news about my cousin. But people don’t come back from the dead, and he’s the type to think practically. He’s just over fifty—he could easily have another child. "Your aunt’s still in the ICU."

he says nervously. "It's impossible, Justin!" My father speaks up again. "Noah died at birth, we all saw him, he was dead!" "I know, buddy," Uncle Justin pauses for a moment, looking through the slightly ajar door it was possible to tell. "The only question left is: Is Noah really dead? What happens to Jazzy's twin brother?"

Not to talk of when they do meet in person, it was thugging. His uncle, Mr Dumber was like his father. He was the elder brother of his mother who had died of cancer when he was eight years old. Prior to that, his father died three months after he was given birth to. So much tragedy for a boy his age. But back then, he didn't really understand what was going on.

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”