My Uncle Story 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."

I don't even know if he's gay, I thought uncle is just doing this because he's drunk. "B-But you're straight, uncle. Why do you want to fuck me?" I asked with a confused face but uncle just laughed softly at me and ruffles my hair teasingly. "I'm straight, Nick, but my dick always loves some adventure. I always fuck my girls in their asshole and you have a hole so I'm gonna fuck you tonight." Uncle replied and tried to insert his finger inside my hole again. "Wait uncle, do you have a lubricant?" I asked him.

My Uncle told me to go to his office to pick up some important documents. I made an excuse that my car was not working properly. He told me to take his car. I got up from there and went to my room. The door was locked and I started knocking on the door. Nobody replied to me then I told my uncle about this. He told me that Aunt was resting in my room. I was thinking about my phone. Uncle wanted the file urgently. So he wanted me to go now.

I sobbed, tears flowing freely now. “You can’t have a normal life with those people out there,” my uncle finally said. “What people?” I demanded. “It’s not time for you to know,” my uncle said, making me clench my fists in anger. “Enough!” I yelled, delivering a roundhouse kick to a dummy, sending its head flying off its body. My uncle’s eyes widened at my agility. “You need to tell me what’s coming now,” I demanded. He remained silent, ignoring me. I scoffed, about to walk out, when he finally spoke. “The Evil Triplets,” he uttered, causing me to stop in my tracks.

He ѕmіlеd, glаnсіng bеhіnd him. "Frаnk tоld mе еvеrуthіng, nоt that he had a choice. I аm рrоud оf the wау уоu fасеd him down, Adаm. You сhооѕе уоur frіеndѕ wеll." "Obvіоuѕlу you don't like coffee." My Uncle said, laughing. "There is a thеrmоѕ оf blасk coffee іn on the seat beside уоu, nephew."

My uncle said to the green-eyed monster. "It is not a problem, My King. I understand," she said in that beautiful voice of hers. A voice that I knew was from the pit of hell and which brought doom with it. "It is about time you go and have a rest from your journey. Later this night, we will celebrate!" My uncle said excitedly. He loved parties. That was one thing I was sure he loved, right after killing innocent people. I watched both of them, my anger rising as I saw the green-eyed witch smile at my Uncle's words.

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to do something really bad and unholy to my leaking pussy. I snapped back to reality when I heard my uncle call my name. By then, he was fully dressed. Wait, did he strip naked in front of me? I wondered. I must have been too distracted to notice. He offered to show me to my room, but I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'll stay in your room tonight, and that's final." Softening my voice, I added, " Don’t you miss me, Uncle Aiden?" I wanted to play on his emotions, to get him to let me stay.

" I suspected that my uncle was kind of involved in a shady business .. Some men always dressed in black suit usually come to his house, so one day I listened to their conversation. One of the men was asking my uncle when he is gonna kill me so that he can fully have access to the properties my parents left me. I was so shocked that my uncle reply them with 'soon', I didn't expect that my uncle could kill a human being. " Their conversation went on and on, then they started talking about some illegal drugs and stuff. I made up my mind to put an end to all of these torture, which was why I ran to my uncle's bedroom and stole one of his hand set. I ran back to the sitting room where they were

"You knew my uncle was in the city, and you didn't tell me." Ares slowly turned his head to look at me. He stood up from his leather chair, his massive frame completely cutting off the light from the window. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked around the mahogany desk, his steps slow and deliberate, until he stopped mere inches away from me. "I tell you what you need to know, little bird," he said, his voice dropping to a low pitch. "Your uncle is a coward. He is a tool that Marcus Vance is using to scrape the crumbs off my table. He is irrelevant."