Say Uncle Website Novels & Stories

-Conner’s POV- “Say what?” I was in shock. I have an uncle? “You heard me right young man. I am your uncle. Do you mind if we come in? It’s drizzling.” I blinked my eyes a couple of times trying to figure out what’s going on just then I realized that the man was right it was drizzling outside. “I-I’m sorry for my manners. Please do come in. I am sorry about my place I didn’t expect any visitors especially not at this kind of hour.” I quickly picked the trash on the table and some clothes on the floor. “My place is not big at all, but it’s my home. Please, take a seat. I only have one couch though.” I scratched the back of my head feeling awkward. Mr. Jack gave a soft laugh “Don’t you worry t

"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?"

Just the picture might have been fine, but there was a large caption in bold letters below it. “THEY ARE UNCLE AND NIECE. SHINGI FUSAYA SHOULD RECONSIDER BEFORE HIRING IMMORAL EMPLOYEES.”

He shrugged, “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckled, “Okay, wait a minute. We got off topic again. I want to hear more about you.” He smiled, “All of my grandparents have passed away. I was totally shocked to see how many generations you have living.” I laughed, “They are definitely a blessing to me and my parents, for sure.” He continued, “I have a few aunts and uncles, but only one uncle is worth mentioning. He’s actually the king of the werecats up here. Uncle Cody is my dad’s brother and he is awesome. He is the uncle who was my partner in crime while I was growing up. He was that uncle who would cover for you if you screwed up.” I laughed, “That’s my Uncle Ace! He found his mate and

I asked. " I suspected that my uncle was kind of involved in a shady business .. Some men always dressed in black suit usually come to his house, so one day I listened to their conversation. One of the men was asking my uncle when he is gonna kill me so that he can fully have access to the properties my parents left me. I was so shocked that my uncle reply them with 'soon', I didn't expect that my uncle could kill a human being.

Maybe I should head over and speak to Maria and Chloe, I could use all the support I can get to speak to my father about this. My fingers were about to dial her number when Uncle Court’s call came in. Huh? I answered. “Hello, Uncle.” “Where on earth are you?” He rasped. “Uhm, home, I am heading over to Dad’s mansion, is there something wrong?” I asked. “Did you not see the news?” He asked. News? What news? “What news, uncle?” I asked.

I succeeded. The door was unlocked, which pissed me off like he wanted me to go in, like he was baiting me. I stepped inside. It was dark, wood-paneled, masculine in the way of cigars and bloodlines. A massive desk stood in the center. On it were files, labeled, neat, perfect until I got my hands on them. I flipped open a folder. My name. Not just mine, my father’s. Documents, transactions, photos, one of me at a coffee shop last year. What the actual hell?

Halfway through, Dad leaned back in his chair and said, “So, Richard Hale recently died.” I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. “I heard he owed a lot of money to Andrew,” Dad continued. Andrew. As in Andrew Stone. My uncle. The man with zero heart and zero patience. If you owed him money, you were basically screwed. “So, the Hales owe Uncle Andrew?” I asked, trying and failing to hide my smirk. “Yeah. Why do you ask?” Mom eyed me suspiciously. “Just curious.” But inside? Oh, I was buzzing.

On my way to my car, I found my uncle, Wesley waiting for me. “What do you want, Uncle?” I asked, my voice curt. The middle-aged man with brown hair swayed from side to side before he finally leaned on the car. He reeked of expensive booze and sweat. “Hey, nephew,” Wesley slurred. “I just want to know if you have considered investing in that nightclub business I told you about.” I tipped my head back to look at the clear blue sky, praying for some help that would free me from my family for just one second. It never really worked, but sometimes, the idea helped me get through dark times.