My Two Uncles Novels & Stories

“After a long time, I finally heard something positive.” Frank raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back his skepticism. “Something positive? From Uncle Zach?” “Yes, Frank,” Kiera continued, her voice laced with excitement. “He’s getting married again!” “What?” Frank’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. He blinked, processing the news. Uncle Zach… getting married again? “Yes!” Kiera nodded enthusiastically, enjoying his reaction. “Oh my God! I’m so happy!” Frank said, a smile breaking out across his face. “Zach’s getting married again? That’s amazing! Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

I couldn’t stand him seeing me like this. He looked at me and just nodded once and turned his gaze to the window, standing like a sentinel while I crumbled inside. Thank God he didn't finish what ever he was about to say, I wouldn't have been able to hold it in. The next day, Uncle Joe appeared. Joseph Blackwood had always been good at timing. It's like he always appears whenever I feel weak.My father has two brothers , uncle Joe and Uncle Ben both are fun to be with. Except uncle Ben became distant at some point, I didn't really know what happened. Uncle Joe has always been around though.

Eager to meet who, as if I rolled my eyes. Uncle Ben’s laughter echoed through the table, oblivious to the small war happening beside him. “Adrian, you must meet my wife, Angela. And these are my nieces, Lily, Ava and where’s that brother of mine?” Uncle asked looking around for My dad “He must have gone off somewhere to drink” I whispered in his ears “That brother of mine, when exactly will he grow up?” My uncle asked shaking his head “Never” I murmured to myself. Thankfully Uncle Ben didn’t hear that otherwise I would be receiving lectures on how he's my father and all.

“What’s worse is, she’ll be doing this in my house.” “I don’t want your charity. I can imagine myself living in your house and having you lecture me about a single breadcrumb I couldn’t see while wiping the kitchen counter.” He gives me a single murderous look. “Your uncle is a real joy,” I say dryly. “Why do I get the feeling that you two secretly get along, and you only fight when you see me?” Linda smiles. I feel bad for my poor friend who is always caught up in our fights. “I’m right, aren’t I?” She elbows me.

The light in our house dimmed forever. The triplets : Caspian, Silas, and Soren — were only sixteen back then, but they stepped up without hesitation. They called me their Little Star. They promised to protect me from every shadow. For years, they kept that promise. Caspian’s quiet strength made me feel safe. Silas’s steady presence grounded me. Soren’s warm laughter and playful affection made me feel truly alive. I loved them with every piece of my young heart. They weren’t just my guardians — they were my world. And for a while, I believed I was theirs too.

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

His gaze stayed locked on me, not with love, not even regret, but with the pure humiliation of a man watching his control disintegrate. I tilted my head slightly, a faint, taunting smile curving my lips. "Oh, did I strike a nerve?" I murmured, my tone soft but slicing. "Your uncle is everything, you'll never be stronger, more confident... and infinitely better at making me feel something down there." I say, gesturing between my legs just to piss him off. His jaw tensed. "Shut up." The words came through gritted teeth, each one tight with fury. "Don't talk about my uncle like that in that shameless way."

"Sam, I love ya. We're best friends and I've told you before, your just too black and white. This stuff happens a lot more than you want to admit." "Yeah, maybe with guys with Technicolor hair or weird clothes, but my father is an Ironworker, a Navy veteran and I can tell you from personal observation he fucks my mom like crazy. I think my Uncle drugged him or something." George paused, "So what's your Uncle like?" "Oh, he's so different from my dad. They're non-fraternal twins. Uncle Al has a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. He's an author, writes thrillers, good ones."

"A tiny one. With the blue flower on it. In silk. In wool. In both." "Pia, you do not have to." "I am doing it. Do not argue." "I will be the uncle," announced Marcus. He wiped his eyes with both hands. "I am officially the uncle. I will teach the child to draw, and swear in three languages." "Marcus!" "Only the nice swearing."