Novelas y relatos de Paternal Aunty

Her eyes twinkled with kindness. "Thank you, Nanny Rina," I replied, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this stranger who showed me such warmth. Ares gestured between us. "Valerie, this is Rina, my loyal and trusted caretaker, more like a mother to me. And Rina, this is Valarie, a friend." Nanny Rina's face creased into a gentle smile. "You're most welcome, Miss Valerie. Please, make yourself at home." “Thank you.”

"A very beautiful welcome to my angel," Flora heard her aunty Bellyana telling her while hugging her. She giggled before caging her back. "How are your parents and Rican there?" Her aunty asked her after pulling back. "Everyone is fine and they miss you and uncle Joseph a lot," she answered. Joseph was her aunt Bellyana's husband. Bellyana was her father's sister but not blood related. And despite not having blood relations, her aunty Bellyana meant to her and her parents more than a family. She had always stood by her and her family in their worst and best.

Being an only child, most of the properties were willed to her, trusting her Aunty Marie, twenty three years old , her mother's sister and closest relative, she was yet to be married so it was just going to be her and her niece. Aunt Marie, olive skin, five feet and eight, looked exactly like her mother, she had told the lawyer to give the assets to her till she was eighteen. Other families had tried all they could to have the assets in her care but Aunt Marie stood strong and as a Christian and a lover of Christ, God had spared her life.

“Where did this aunt come from? I thought there was no one left in the Tremont family…” “The Tremont family members may be gone, but his aunt is from the maternal side of his family,” Mary answered helplessly. “Both sides of the family can’t possibly be extinct, can they? Honestly, I haven’t seen her around that much. I met her once when Mr. Tremont was born, and twice before then. Honestly, humans are so different. She looks just as young as she used to be. It’s been so many years since then, yet she doesn’t seem to have aged at all. She’s only a few years younger than the old Mrs. Tremont. Apparently, she got married and moved out of the country, not long after Mr. Tremont was born. She ha

Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them. ‘’Amy come down sweetheart to have breakfast’’ Antony’s mother called out. Aunt crystal was like a mother to me but I didn’t want to see it like that cause I have a crash over her son. She wasn’t our aunt by blood but we call her aunt. She took care of us every since our mother died in childbirth.

"There's no need to think unnecessarily. I already know everything from Sharon. Since you seem able to talk well, I'll introduce myself. I am Richard's grandmother. You can call me Grandma. Then the woman who is doing your hair is Richard's maternal aunt, her name is Karina. Then the man over there is Richard's maternal uncle Denise." I nodded in understanding while memorizing their names and faces one by one. Grandma and Aunt Karina's personalities align with Richard's personality, which is kind, quick to get along, and acts of service. What was slightly different was Uncle Denise, who seemed a bit withdrawn. "I've heard of all of you. Richard once told me a glimpse of you," I said, trying

The three of them had already started playfully arguing over who would be the baby's favorite aunt or uncle. "Obviously me," Annie declared with absolute conviction. "I'm the maternal aunt—I have historical precedence." "Please," Matthew laughed. "Uncles are always more fun. I'll teach him soccer, video games, all the important stuff." "You're both wrong," Gwen cut in with a mischievous smile. "Valentian aunt wins by default. I'll make the best food!" "And I'll teach him how to escape the chaos you three will cause," Marcus added from the far end of the table, earning a round of laughter.

I saw another girl at the cabin. "My daughter Iqra," Aunty said. "Oh, nice to meet you. Why are you standing there ??? Come meet with Mum." I said. Then she smiled and said, "I thought Mom and Aunty should get time so I am here. Nice to meet you too. I always saw you on social media or TV. I'm really glad to see you live." "Aww, that's so sweet of you. Please stay here. I am coming. Then we'll talk." I said to her and looked at Aayu with gratitude.

“I will call your great grand Aunt, I think she needs to talk some sense into you.” Aunty Juliette, terrifying woman that one, relative from my fathers family tree. Every single one from that side of the family, including my dad was terrified of her even though, she can neither walk, nor speak nor even see clearly. It was her eyes, her tiny feline eyes, they had a way of terrifying one’s pants off. On a normal day, I would be afraid of her too but lately I have been feeling oddly fearless and I liked it. “Oh mom, Aunty Juliette is close to her grave, why bother her with something that is not going to change?”

,Paige doesn't say anything for another minute,before she shakes her head and clears herthroat. "I'm fine"she repeats this for one minute.,"Jee we got it,you're fineeee"my son snaps, "Herold!","But mama I think this lady is" he tries to defend himself "This lady is your Aunty",This makes him sit straighter and frowns.,"But I already got an Aunty"he replies. "You are allowed to have more than one","So I got two"he pulls out his index and thumb to show me how much aunties he got.