Paternal Aunty Novels & Stories

“Aunty Vanessa is actually my father’s sister… my paternal aunt. When she came visiting him years ago… before he died, and she complained about you. She said you were a thorn in her marriage with your father. She hated how everyone looked up to you more than her own son. She… she wanted Ethan to be the sole heir of the Buckman family. She wanted him to take everything.” She kept talking, her voice trembling. “Back then, my father was struggling. Our family business was collapsing. Aunty Vanessa offered help. She said she would give us money and support us if I would… if I would spy on you. Keep you occupied in Austria. Distract you until Ethan could take over the company.” Her face was fille

Aria announced beaming at her Aunty Patty. "Just the two of you? I thought we were spending the day together." I exclaimed jokingly. "Oh right...do you think we have space for one more person, Aunty?" She said turning away from me. "Yes, I think we have space for your mum," Patricia answered. "Great. See mummy, you can join us." "Thank you, baby. First thing first though, mummy and Aunty Patty have to work and you can make your way to your playroom and keep yourself amused." I said.

“Thanks,” I read the files. Turns out the Winston has the dirtiest laundry, drug addict, rape, murder etc. My maternal grandfather doesn't consider my Aunty children heiress but since my uncle's children turns out not to fit his cartheria fit his heir he included Aunty children. Just because Julian is bisexual and he leans more on guys and Louise is an empty head. I am sure doesn't even know how to manage her. And Aunty's children, Logan, Owen and Emily didn't match with my maternal grandfather Cartheria just because they didn't know how to handle the dirty business of the Winston.

“I think that would be normal Mum. I would imagine there is a whole lot of crying right now. Wouldn't you say it is understandable considering the situation? Uncle Trent was a great guy, and it is going to be hard to accept he has gone. Aunt Sadie is going to be glad you came, you know that, and Aunt Lilah. Will Aunty T be around?” Aunty T was the only member of Mum’s actual family she actually stayed in touch with. Her own parents had treated her terribly growing up. More of an inconvenience than a child they were proud of. Once she had met my Dad, and he had witnessed how they treated her, they decided it was better for her that she didn't see them anymore; and from what I understood, it m

And through all this, she never lost her smile. Very unsettling. I hear the doorbell ring, signaling that this torture is about to begin. I open the door. Aunt Annie and Uncle Mark are there, with their son, my cousin Jace, and Aunt Sasha is also there. Uncle Mark is my mom's brother, and Aunt Sasha is one of my dad's sisters. Aunt Sasha speaks first. "Hi, dear, where's your Aunt Wendy? I absolutely have to tell her about the fantastic romp I had this morning." She peeks her head inside the house, looking for her sister.

I was called a fool by all the elderly men and women that were present. After visiting Dorothy today to inquire about the day our scores for the JAMB exam we wrote on Saturday will be released, I decided to text my aunty. Her name is Matilda by the way. She was my Mum's cousin. Hi! Aunty Matilda! How have you been! It did not take up to three minutes before she replied my message.

She chuckled and looked at the kids who stopped and were looking at her rather surprised. "Who are you?" The girl asked her while Sandra sat down at her level. "She is your Uncle Yu's wife." Mr Roger came from behind and rubbed the head of the girl. "These are my grandkids. Paul and Anderson are my elder son's kids and Felicity is my middle son's daughter." He introduced the three kids before he left the house too. "Are you our new aunty?" The girl asked her while Sandra coughed. Aunty? She felt old.

Father was seated with his newspaper, posture rigid as ever. Nanny stood nearby—no longer merely a caretaker, but family in every sense. She had held me before I could even hold my own head. And then— Mom. And Aunty. Laughing together. That sound did something to me. Aunty—my brother’s mother. My stepmother. But never once had she treated me as anything less than her own son. If anything, she compensated for what others failed to give. I stepped forward. “Greetings, everyone.”

Aunty asked me with so much affection. "Ji Aunty (Yes)." I replied. "Hey don't call me aunty. How can you call me aunty??" She asked sternly. I thought she didn't like it as I'm here. But accepted me there. A tear slip down from eyes. But again she got softened and hugged me and said "Sorry child. I didn't mean it that way. Don't call me as in call me mummy. I'm your mother after all." Aunty replied. And instantly Uncle also said

I jerked away from his reach. “You don't have to hold me. I can walk perfectly on my own.” “Yeah, I'd believe that if you didn't wallow in glasses of whiskey.” He retorted, forcefully holding my hand. Again, he was dominating. Never take no for an answer. But then why did he have to be my father-in-law?! It's so not fair. Not fair at all! We walked into his house and it was oddly silent. “Where's Aunty?” I asked, looking at him. Aunty was how I addressed Trent's mother, my mother-in-law, and his mate.