Paternal Aunty Novels & Stories

She was maybe eight or nine, a year or so younger than Levi, and her eyes sparkled with the kind of unfiltered joy kids had before the world taught them caution. I stopped, blinking down at her. “What… did you just call me?” She grinned up at me like I was the punchline to her private joke. “Aunty.” I glanced around, unsure whether she’d mistaken me for someone else. “I think you—” “Nope,” she cut in, completely certain. “It’s ’cause Levi calls my dad ‘Uncle.’ So I’m calling you Aunty.” Her explanation was so matter-of-fact, so innocent, that for a moment I couldn’t even form a response. My mind stalled on that one word.

Ever since she married Uncle John, Grandma never liked Aunt Erin. “Mom, can’t you respect me more? I’ve been patient all this time with your unfriendly attitude. But how long do I have to be patient? Can you tell me?” Aunty asked with sharp eyes and a lofty tone of voice while throwing the tissue she was holding onto the table. “Erin, I’ll answer your question later, after my business with Piper and Jay is done. Sorry, please leave us alone,” Grandma replied. Despite the annoyed look on her face, Aunty left while exhaling a quick breath. She said nothing to us and just walked away. A familiar sight to me.

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

“You’re the one Daddy was talking about? You’re my stepmother?” Patricia smiled, glancing briefly at me. My heart kicked hard in my chest. God, that look... those eyes... I couldn’t handle it. Then she turned back to Julie. “Is he the daddy you told me about?” she asked her tone soft and caring. Julie nodded eagerly. “Yes, Aunty! He’s the best daddy in the world!” My chest warmed instantly. Hearing her say that melted me inside, but what touched me most was how comfortable she was in Patricia’s arms... as if they’d known each other for years.

Lyra’s POV I was ten when the world lost its color. Alpha Julian was the man who became my father after he found me shivering in the Whispering Woods. I was five, but he didn’t see a stray orphan. He saw a daughter. He gave me a name, a home, and fierce, protective love that felt like armor against the entire world. Then the Great Northern Skirmish took him from me. I was ten. The light in our house dimmed forever.

It would be impossible answering one question before another one surfaced immediately after. But fortune smiled on me the moment a car stopped right in front of our home. The four guys standing inside the kitchen instantly rushed back toward the doorpost to see who had arrived. I lazily stood up from where I sat just as someone walked inside. What a relief. Aunty Ann was here. I became surprised noticing she was carrying a newborn infant in her arms now. Oh yeah, that was right. She did tell me earlier that she was expecting a child soon. Aunty Ann was my father's younger sibling, though she got married to a wealthy beta who lived very far from Hoston. I truly never expected her to visit her

Then there is, Uncle Davis, Liam's father, and second child of Papa, Aunt Barbara and Patricia, the last of Papa's children and Marcus, my late father and first child of Papa. Susan, Liam's mom, Liam, Uncle Davis and Jessy (Liam's stepsister) are under one umbrella. Aunt Patricia and Barbara had each other and then there is me, alone and both parents dead. Suddenly, Patricia gasped loudly and ran towards me. "Oh, my precious Valerie, so sorry about what happened.” She gushed out and pulled me in for an awkward hug. "Uhm, thank you, aunt?" I managed to get out awkwardly. I know you might be wondering why I was being this way when she was just trying to be nice, but then...

We all three chuckled. "Excuse me, you are a old man. Don't call me old.", aunty gave uncle a mocking reply. "Nira, tell me about your family dear.", aunty asked me. " My mother died when I was five. My dad and little sister are all I have. I have a cousin who is of my age. She is very close to me. But she left to pursue her college in France this year.", I said in one go. "Oh dear, I am sorry about your mother", aunty said in a concerned voice.

Mrs maria said happily and Patricia smiled. " No wonder you have the best skin aunt and you look so young, you have the best place for your massage, skin treatment, nutritionist, yoga and lots more...If you weren't my aunt I wouldn't believe you have a thirty year old son" Patricia said and she laughed " Really, it's nice to hear that hahaha...but some people think it's a waste taking care of yourself when you're mother" " Huh, don't mind then aunt it isn't a waste... just look at you, you can even run as model...aunt I want to be like you when I get married and have children" Patricia and Mrs maria laughed again.

However, Serenity remembered her aunt was older than that. Aunt Audrey gained her father-in-law’s favor and her husband’s love after she started working at Stone Group. Subsequently, she got married and had children. Her eldest son, Clive, was already thirty-two years old. If she was indeed the eldest daughter of the Fisher family’s previous matriarch, it meant she had given birth to her son when she was merely twenty years old. Although people had gotten married early forty or fifty years back, Serenity still found giving birth to a child at twenty years old slightly too young.