My Two Uncles Novels & Stories

For our family, the quiet hum of anticipation had begun months ago, centered around two upcoming weddings in our household. Our family structure had always been our pride. My elder uncle—Harsh’s father—had three children: Harsh and his two younger sisters. His younger brother, my second uncle, had five children: four daughters and a son. Together, Harsh grew up alongside six sisters—two born of his own mother, and four daughters of his uncle who were no different from his own siblings. In our eyes, they were simply seven brothers and sisters bound by blood, warmth, and shared childhood memories. Among these seven, two of my uncle's daughters—Harsh’s cousins—had their weddings fixed for early

Daisy is the most curious child. "Well, you know how I became your mommy after you were born. I also got a second mommy and daddy after I was born too." They look at me with mouths wide open. "What are aunts and uncles?" Rose asks. "They are my brothers and sister. You also have a great uncle and aunt coming too!" "Wow!" they both say. "What does that mean?" Gideon and I laugh at the quick turnaround from their Wow to not understanding. "That is my mother's brother and his mate. He is my uncle Lucas and my aunt Sarah. Which makes them your great aunt and uncle." I know they don't fully understand, but they will figure it out the more they are around my family.

"It's okay. Not your fault. I should have moved faster. Quite the cold you got there." Embarrassed, she nodded. "I'm really sorry. Usually, I can't catch a thing, but the seniors home I work at is overrun with sick people this week. And, well my body hasn't quite fought it off yet and? " She trailed off as he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "No big deal. My niece and nephew have done worse to me." "You're an uncle?" "Yup. My sister had twins. Cute little suckers too. But gooey. I don't think that much drool is normal, but my sister insists it is."

She was definitely smart enough not to call their ire down on her head. Barrikad nodded. "Good. Tell me what you know of my uncles." Talia shook her head. "I don't know your uncles, I'm sorry." Barrikad nodded again. Stepped back. He waved two of his brothers forward. Ustin and Dusan stepped forward. Similar enough in appearance to look like twins, but more than ten years separated their ages. Brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a hard cast to their bodies and faces, they looked like angry gods here for vengeance.

He told me it was a waste of money to purchase me anything new since I was a hand-me-down child. My uncle, who was never able to have children of his own, grew up to be a grumpy old guy who shouted at neighborhood kids who let their ball drift in the yard. On his best days, he primarily rants and curses at me. On his worse days, he's been known to physically attack me.

“Christopher is celebrating twenty years of marriage tomorrow and holding a party to celebrate, and so we decided to use that all the boys used the opportunity to allow our families meet for brunch and get to know each other before the party begins in the afternoon.” By ‘boys,’ father meant Uncle Christopher, uncle Emeka, and Uncle Femi, his old university mates and best buddies—now our unofficial uncles. They had been here at different occasions and we too at their house, but that was over three to four years ago as work had now made them all estranged with no time for personal visits. Uncle Christopher was now a Senator, Uncle Emeka a very rich influential and international businessman, wh

he threatened. "Come on, uncle, you'll lose a beautiful niece," she said to him. "Of course, you're my only niece, so you have no rival! but if you have cousins ,you'd be the ugliest," he retorted. "Demi, can I drop uncle? Just once, I promise, his mouth is getting too rude," she joked. "Go on, kick him," Demi agreed. "Are you really going to drop me, Demi, just because you're siding with my spoiled niece?" Sandro exclaimed.

They know who we are. Uncle Enzo closes the door. My father’s younger brothers are identical twins. They look so much alike, it’s difficult to distinguish them, but if you know them as well as I do, you can easily differentiate them by their mannerisms. Uncle Nicolo is the more boisterous one. Plus, he’s rounder around the waist than Uncle Enzo. My mother says their extra weight is the result of eating so unhealthily since both their wives passed away at a young age. Uncle Nicolo’s wife died in childbirth. Uncle Enzo’s slowly faded away after her menopause medication triggered a stroke at the age of fifty.

My uncle says. "I am confused. I do not know what you mean. What do U mean by we have other enemies?" I ask. "All of you will find out soon. It has been years since they bothered us, but I just realized they are back. And this time, they are stronger than before. It will not be easy for us to defeat them this time," My uncle answers.

he sighed and blew out air. "You sound more nervous than I am about the guests." Just what I didn't need. To be on a pedestal, being thrown with a lot of questions by strangers. "You don't know my mom's friends, they are old and not a crowd I would choose for a dinner party but worry not, my uncles will be there. They love them." "Mmm, which ones, all of them or the cute Petrov bachelor," I asked. "You think my uncle is cute?" was someone jealous?