My Two Uncles Novels & Stories

"I'm fine, but my pretty niece doesn't seem like she's in a great mood." "Yes, Uncle. I'm frustrated to the point I want to commit something unethical." "If you want to kill someone, go for it. Uncle has got your back." Why did it feel like Uncle was not being sarcastic, but actually encouraging me to murder? "...Not that frustrated," I murmured. Uncle did not say anything after that. Instead, I heard him laugh silently making me sigh. "Uncle, it's a serious situation, but also a not-so-serious situation where I would like to kill someone. It's just that someone stole the land I had my eyes on for a long time."

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

"Time to cut the cake before the gift-opening turns into a full-blown war." Nixx clapped him on the back, chuckling. "Couldn’t agree more. Their Uncle Uncle needs a slice of that cake." He gave me a wink. Yep, that’s Nixx for you. He goes by Uncle Uncle, U2, second uncle—whatever sounds the goofiest at the time. Since he’s both my brother and Percival’s brother-in-spirit, he thinks the double title’s necessary. It’s endearing. A little annoying when he explains it to strangers, but still—it’s very him. Even our parents get a kick out of it.

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

I looked at her seriously while chewing my food, waiting for her to continue. “I want to tell you something… about me and Sir Clifford.” I froze mid-chew, staring at her blankly. She was going to admit it, wasn’t she? That there was something between them— “Sir Clifford is my uncle…” The words hit my ears like slow motion. “H-huh?” I blinked rapidly, unable to process what I had just heard. “W-what did you say?” I asked again. Cara chuckled, clearly amused by my expression. “I said, Sir Clifford is my uncle. He’s not my boyfriend, okay?” she said with a playful grin.

That brought a small smile to my face. One side was my step-uncle, to whom I was so unimportant that he had moved on like this—saying he’d been missing his girlfriend for the last two years, meaning right after me or maybe even before me, he was occupied with her. He hadn’t missed me at all. And on the other side was my friend, ready to give up her design, her dreams, just so I wouldn’t cry. “Are you there, Elora?” Ava asked. “Yeah, I’m here,” I said.

“He… he actually tried to hit on you! After our old grandpa literally kicked your doors down!” Every time I looked at the coffin of Aquila,the grand ‘gift’ my uncle had presented like a bouquet of flowers—I lost it all over again. The sisters were vibrating with ancient rage, but they were completely powerless against the one thing they couldn’t fight: two teenage girls who had officially lost their minds. I finally wiped my tears, then I heard my uncle snorting. “Hey kids, I’m not that bad at flirting you know. I still got it,” he said, puffing out his chest. “If given more time, I’m sure Ennoia…”

STEP UNCLE'S SECRET WEEKEND I pulled up to the sprawling Harrington estate, my heart already hammering against my ribs. The ivy-covered mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, white tents dotting the lawn for Uncle Marcus’s wedding weekend. Marcus was my step-uncle Mom’s second husband’s younger brother but the real reason my stomach twisted with nervous excitement was their older brother, Julian, my other step uncle.

he replied, like it was the obvious answer to a question I hadn't asked. I stared at him. "Missed me? It hasn't even been—what—twenty-four hours. And what does that have to do with anything? I asked you a question." He glanced at me, dark eyes unwavering. "I don't care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his uncle mean I can't?" "Being his uncle means we can't be doing any of this," I said, turning fully toward him, arms folding beneath my chest. "I thought you were a friend. A business partner, at worst. Not family. Not a whole generation apart from me."

Ivy's hand tightened around his, and Roman realized he'd gone completely still, the way he used to on the ice right before taking a hit he couldn't avoid, everything seems to be happening too fast. "Who," he said slowly, "arranged that meeting?" Margaret didn't answer right away. When she finally did, her voice had dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Your uncle," she said. "Edmund." --- Ivy's POV Ivy had never met Edmund Ashford. She only knew the name from the family tree Roman had sketched out for her weeks ago, back when all of this had seemed like nothing more than office politics — Gerald's younger brother, the one who'd been passed over for control of the company twice, first