My Uncle Story Novels & Stories

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

“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.”

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

Like the smell of rain, mixed together with mint and then, a unique masculine scent all combined into one person. “Mate!” My wolf howled in me and I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face as my eyes searched for who it was. At that moment, the ladies were all squirming and squealing as none other than my said uncle, Ronald, walked into the class. The moment he stood at the podium, his eyes scanned around, searching for mine and when they landed on me, from the way they widened, there was no doubt that he also felt it. We were mates and not only that, but he was also my professor. My uncle, my professor and my mate!

"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?"

"Yet?" "As in, something I'll do in the future has already happened to her in the past." Silas's eyes met mine, and I saw something in them I'd never seen before. Uncertainty. "I know how it sounds. I know it's impossible. But she wasn't lying, Soren. She was terrified, and she was telling the truth, and I don't know what to do with that."

my uncle said as he sat down. The insult was obvious. “What brings you here, brother?” my dad asked him, and he looked around the room. “You lied to me, said that none of your kids are hybrids, but rumors are your lastborn is a hybrid,” Uncle said, and I froze in place. “Well, those rumors aren’t true,” my father retorted, and my so called Uncle chuckled. But that laugh, that laugh was probably the scariest thing I have ever done. “It better be, because if not, brother, I will burn you and your entire family to the ground,” he said and got up without another word. End of flashback.

My head is spinning with all the information he just threw at me. “This all sounds like a made up story. Witches, warlocks, wolves? They’re not real. They’re just myths and legends.” My uncle says some something in another language and all my candles light at the same time. I sit down on the couch. I’m not scared of my uncle but at the same time I’m trying to wrap my head around what he is telling me. “I’m so sorry you found out this way. We were trying to wait as long as possible for the twins sake.”