My Two Uncles Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

“So that has been bothering you all this while?” I didn’t answer. Partly because even his laugh was intimidating. “C’mon Julian. It was just a harmless conversation, people say stuff all the time. Especially to get what they want. I didn’t threaten to harm anyone. Did I?” I shook my head, starting to feel a little silly for reading meaning into a somewhat harmless business conversation. “Exactly” Dante said and he stepped closer, closing the gap between us. “So don’t go around thinking that your uncle is threatening to harm people. Next time, you come to me first and I’d be glad to clarify.”

Especially one who comes from a noble family that is likely to have a wild attitude towards women. "Uncle, you're not married... Could it be that you don't like women?" asked Chen An. BAAAMMMM! "Ah!" Chen An was accidentally hit with a piece of wood by his second uncle. "Hey! I'm still normal, I'm still normal! How could I do something so shameful?" "Well, maybe not? Uncle rarely comes back and prefers to stay at the border, so it's possible!" replied Chen An, playing with his two index fingers by rubbing their tips together. His second uncle saw this and hit Chen An on the head again with an annoyed look on his face.

“No way. My husband gave this to me. His name is Lo…” Slap! The sound cut through the air. Pain burned across my face, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. I froze for a moment. Rowan stared at me, trembling with rage. “Linette, you’re insane!” … Rowan locked eyes with me. His emotions jumped between rage and fear. “Do you even know who Logan is? Yes, he’s my uncle, but I’m nothing in his eyes. “If rumors like this reach his wife, it won’t just be you. I'll be finished too!

But in here there was only cold, clean air and the faint smell of wet grass from the garden. I didn't know when she had started doing that. I didn't know anything about her at all. And now I never would, because he had taken her. My uncle. Just thinking the word made my hands curl into fists against my knees. The bastard son my grandfather hid for thirty-five years, who walked into the reading of the will like he owned the room and then took every single thing that was supposed to be mine. Sixty percent of my family's company. The east wing. The head of the table. The respect of a board that had watched me work my whole adult life for that company, and then fell over themselves to shake his

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

The script had not changed because in their version of this story, I was supposed to be calm after being gaslighted. I raised my phone and pressed the record button. "Brenda." Sophia propped herself up on one elbow with a smile on her face. Her dark hair fell across her shoulder and shamelessly, she said, "You were always too vanilla for him sis. Men like Alexandre don't stay with vanillas." I looked at my older sister. I thought about her standing over me on a road in the middle of nowhere. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Telling me her baby was grateful to me, her aunt.

Most of her forture will most likely go to my two uncles. The eldest uncle, Julian, deals in black market. While uncle, Wesley, runs the family business. To this day I have no idea why my mother was disinherited, but my grandma comes from old money. What ever the reason is, she has never took it out on me. And I attend to keep it that way.

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.