Princess To 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

Does that mean it is one of his weaknesses, his paranoia? I frown and arch my brows, realizing that in the short period I’ve known Asad, he always seems super cautious, always looking ready to kill at the drop of a hat. Suddenly, I’m reminded that the prince lost his entire family while he was still a kid. Every single member of his family, killed. His siblings, nephews, nieces, uncles, aunts, nobody was spared, aside from his grandfather, whom Asad is said to have taken after, and the old man does not live in the same house with the rest of the Morts.

"When…we go to st. Petersburg, who are we going to meet, I mean at the family home?" "You mean the family members. Everyone, my brother and his wife, Neons Parents. My other brothers and their wives, his nieces and nephews, and cousins." I felt my head spin at the list. How was I supposed to face the whole family alone with a baby on my hip? "Exactly, how many Uncles are there?" "There are six of us." "Plus wives?" "Yes, except for me of course."

“Princess Chaos is entering her down-with-the-patriarchy era.” Javier pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “My heart… absolutely shattered. After everything I’ve done for you, Pop. Like…” He stared at the hotel ceiling, pretending to think hard. “…buying you that expensive princess Lego, and the Barbie house. Giving you chocolate before bed. No appreciation.” From behind the pillow, Poppy muttered, “that’s noth my fault.” “I’ll be contacting my lawyer,” Javier replied calmly. “Your uncle is suing you for being an ungrateful niece.”

niyakap ni Vanessa mula sa likod si Limuel matapos tumayo para maghandang umalis. Gustong matawa ni Tala, hindi siya sanay marinig ang buong pangalan ni Limuel. King Limuel, bagay kasi kung makaasta talaga ito eh parang hari. Sabagay may pagka-narcissistic naman ang pangalan ng magkakapatid, King Limuel, Prince Nimuel at Lord Nuel, oh di bah? Paano mo uutusan ang mga royal blood na magkakapatid? Kaya sila spoiled kay mamang eh, sa isip-isip ni Tala.

Al was waiting there for us, and I beamed as soon as I saw him. "Vamir and Sary have arrived at The Golden Pack," Al said, and I nodded. "Thanks, Uncle, they needed the time..." I said, and Uncle Eulisses nodded. "Always, sweetie..." he said, and I smiled. I was the only woman in my family and the princess. They have always treated and spoiled me to their heart's content. Dad, Uncle Eulisses, Uncle Peter, Uncle Nate, Uncle Corey, Uncle Elliot, Ralph and Enzo... All of them spoiled me rotten. My mate, Aelfred took it upon his shoulders and has done a superb job.

Camille added, loud enough for people to hear. Murmurs suddenly filled the hall. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to further humiliate me. "If you hadn't already married my uncle, I would have considered making you my concubine at least. . ." He paused as he allowed his words to sink. "How unlucky you are." That was another slap to my face. He disrespected my status as his uncle's wife and openly commented on making me his concubine. I suddenly hated that Adrian had to be the one to inherit the throne. He was nowhere near fit to rule.

Uncle spilled the beans. “Well, it is part of her plans, so I understand why she did that, and knowing you, elder brother, you will really tell us about her and ruin her plan if she will not put that on your territory,” father said. “Haha, see uncle… I did the right thing,” I said while smiling, then we laughed. “Announcing, her highness, Princess Clementine Westernia!” the announcer said, then the fake princess entered.

Then she burst out laughing. “You know, that should have been a warning sign because it’s absolutely disgusting for a guardian more so one that’s like a father, to look at his niece like that. It’s creepy and just wrong. But I don’t know why I never really thought about it like that. All I did was get jealous you were looking at her that way instead of me. You never once looked at me like that.” She laughed again. “God, I’m going to screw you and her over so hard. I wonder how that snarky bitch Melanie will take it. Lucien will be devastated. You already disappointed him today. This shouldn’t be hard. And the tabloids, the tabloids will eat this alive. Imagine that: Tech mogul caught by his

Gian left for the truck, and as I watched him walk away, a part of me wished I could be in two places at once. "I got him under control. Don’t worry about him," Uncle reassured me, catching my concerned glance. "And make sure he watches his mouth. That thing had almost gotten our heads blown off the last time.” Uncle sighed before making a thin line with his lips, "He’s got that Fanucci male temper." Levi, who stood behind me, let out a chuckle. "Do you have sons of your own?" "No, I have six daughters," Uncle replied, as prideful as always. They were aged 14 to 23, and he loved those girls to death. "And Domenico's sons are like my own."

"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'."