Sonic's Uncle Chuck Novels & Stories

The other person he always cried for was Eric. Henry had a special bond with his uncle like his mother, even after both getting married, Evelyn and Eric were still close and still shared some secrets. Henry called both his uncle and father daddy, he was now two years old and able to speak most words. Eric brought him toys and clothes every time he went home. Sometimes he would sleep at Adam 's home because he couldn't be separated from Eric, other times Eric had to sleep over at Tom' s house or wait for Henry to sleep before going back home.

"I promise I won't sleep out again without information you." "I thought something happened to you. I was scared." Curtis said, wiping at his face. Chuckling, I pulled at his cheeks, grinning at him. "Look who's all grown now. Worrying about me, hmm?" "Is uncle out last night catching bad guys for real?" He asked, smiling. Well, that's the nephew I know and love so much. "Of course," I smiled warmly, nodding my head. "I hunt them down like the dirty little maggots that they are."

"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?"

Derek’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, sharp and suspicious. “Who are you texting?” I opened my eyes and turned my head slowly to look at him. My voice came out calm but firm, with an edge I had never used with him before. “With all due respect, it’s not your business.” Derek’s jaw clenched hard. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He kept his eyes on the road, but I could see the anger rising in his face. “I’m your husband,” he said through gritted teeth. “I have a right to know if you’re frolicking with my uncle.”

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

She was the personification of joy, the one who kept the family from feeling too cold or too formal. "You’re back!" Lily chirped, her eyes darting between the mountain of shopping bags in Orion’s hands and the flushed, happy face of her uncle. "Did you spend all of Orion’s money, Uncle Noah? Good! He has too much of it anyway." "He was a perfect gentleman, Lily," Noah said, beaming as he walked over to give his niece a quick hug. "He even came to have coffeeto coffee with me and Marcus. He’s such a protective sweetheart."

This made Uncle jump because of the vibration that came from the said instrument. “Just going out of maintenance…” answered Uncle, who was, at the time, putting in large batteries to his silver flashlight. He didn’t receive a response anymore, so he went out of the Maintenance Room and started his rounds. The whole mall was closed, quiet, and only had dim lights. While he was walking, he wore his pair of earphones on his ears and the old songs started playing on his Walkman. I didn’t know if Uncle was joking when he told me this story, but right after the Bee Gees song “How Deep Is Your Love”, the next song that played was “Turn Around, Look At Me” which was still a song by the same artist.

"It's okay, Sweety. Come here, accompany me. Tonight, you are on my booking list. My nephew is a little stiff. He's like his father, who died young because he lived too straight." "Uncle, I didn't come here to hear Uncle gossip about my late father. My father is at peace in heaven," said John angrily. "Okay, okay." Chuck pulled the girl into his lap. The middle-aged man kissed the girl's neck while handing John a piece of paper. "Sweety, your body smells really good. Can your game be as great as I imagine?" Chuck fondled the girl in his lap while waiting for John, who was reading his paper. "Ah, sir. Of course, don't doubt my abilities." The girl also compensated for Chuck's pervertedness by