Spoiled By 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

My life was a fucking disaster with no hope of solution in sight. I headed downstairs silently. I followed my uncle’s singing voice out in the vast yard of the Williams’ house. He was washing his bike now. “Hey Uncle Bobby,” I said. After the party, the domestic staff were still trying to clean up the house. “Hey, little bro, how’s it hanging?” Uncle Bobby said. It was difficult to imagine him as my dad’s brother. They may have a few similarities but in general, they were vastly different. My dad was a psychopathic asshole who inherited all the worst Chadwick traits, but my uncle was a dangerous, overly-protective and adventurous in true non-Chadwick fashion.

“To me, you are nothing. Joyce is my chosen mate. You are just my other option when I feel like it.” My nails bit into my palms. So this was my punishment. To smile while I bled. “You should be grateful. A million omegas would kill for this position. And if you tell anyone what you saw tonight, I will destroy your family. One call to my uncle and they are gone. You know I can do it.” I did. His uncle was the Alpha King who had taken him in after his parents died. From everything I had heard, he was ruthless and showed no mercy to those who crossed his family.

Eric Reigns. The name rolled through my mind like a storm. Eric Reigns—the first son of the wealthy and powerful Reigns family, a dynasty known across the country. Their public image was squeaky clean: elite businesses, charity galas, glittering parties. But I had heard the whispers too—the rumors of an underground empire run by the Reigns family, a hidden world of power and danger. And this man, this 26-year-old, was the one running it with a cold, brave hand. The cityscape blurred past the window as the car glided through streets I didn’t recognize. I clutched my hands tightly in my lap, the reality of my situation pressing down like a weight I couldn’t breathe under.

he muttered coldly, he knew I would do anything for grandma. My hands trembled as I fought back tears. “She is your mother, Uncle, How can you turn your back on her?”I said with my voice breaking. “Not mother–stepmother,” he said coldly. “Your father was the result of my father’s unfaithfulness.” I froze as the words cut through me like a blade. But Dad had told me otherwise. He once explained that my uncle's mother had been my grandfather’s ex-girlfriend, long before he married Grandma. It was only later that he discovered he had a son with her after their breakup.

I shrugged. "Hmmm." His chest rumbled with that sound. I slowly felt his hands move from my arms toward my breasts. A smile made its way to my face. "If I fucked you real good for some time, would you know?" "Absolutely." I whispered, my breath becoming shallow. It was still hard to believe that I had slowly fallen into such pattern with my husband's uncle. And it felt so good. "That's good then. I have a present for you." Oh no...

He would instruct the maids to place fresh ones every day, but he had replaced them with exquisite and luxurious fake flowers for Yulia’s sake. Sean came downstairs. I softly greeted him. “Uncle Sean.” His face sank. “Zella, I’ve never mistreated you. Is that how you repay me?” He sounded angry and indignant. I gripped the hem of my shirt. It was useless to offer a weak explanation to him since he had long changed. He no longer trusted me. “Don’t you want to explain it?” My silence drove him to pick up a teacup beside him and smash it on the floor. The ceramic shards scattered all over the room.

Aunt Talia would never have done half the shit that Carmen has done to me. My uncle's house hides many secrets, past and present, and now, I'm part of those secrets. If I want to keep my inheritance, I must play my role; it's what Carmen reminds me of daily. My uncle never lifted his hand to help me, only to help her because he'd get off on how his wife treated me, and others for that matter. He always liked to see how I would react to her treatment, and I consistently let him down. I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess.

She tried to calm herself down, taking a deep breath and reminding herself to stay collected when faced with an unscrupulous person. ["Little uncle."] Eliza felt very uncomfortable when she heard her own coquettish voice. But she resisted her abhorrence and persisted in pleasing Frederick: ["Little uncle, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness or complains about past mistakes, don't argue about it with your junior."] She emphasized the word 'junior'. ["Oh? Are there any juniors who would sleep with their seniors?"] Eliza could not answer this question because it was a fact! 'Bear it, I have to bear it.' she thought.

Hahaha! Tim laughed loudly with his hands behind his back. His eyes fell on Hansel and Wade as he said, “Uncles? How dare useless people like you who only know how to plot in the dark call yourselves my uncles? Simply ridiculous! I don’t care about uncles with wild ambitions like you!” “You!”

My mother married first, and my uncle was a foster child, so he did not receive the same inheritance as a biological child. And that’s when my uncle Finn started his own illegal business. He rebelled because he couldn't accept his lack of success within the family. It wasn’t long before my dad tried to stop him, but of course, my uncle was already too deep into it and didn't want to quit. In his frustration, he planned to kill my dad. Indeed, he killed my dad right in front of me! That’s when he took everything from us. What chance did I have against him? I’m probably going to be his puppet for as long as he’s alive. I sighed. Bro, someone please take Uncle already; he has nothing good to co