Spoiled By 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

Both incidents on top of each other is what eventually led to his drinking and when that wasn’t enough he started to dabble in other things. Aunt Becky begged uncle Frank to let her have me, but he refused to give me to her out of spite. By this time there was nothing left of the lovable uncle that I had grown up with and in his place was left this sad shell of a man that takes his frustrations out on my eight year old body.

I looked at their faces waiting for someone to answer me. "We are Bankrupt!" "Well, As long as no one is terminally ill then is ok.... Wait!" I turned to Dad to be sure I just heard what he said correctly, "What did you say?" "Your uncle introduced your father to an investment and after your father put everything in, the investment failed. Now we've lost everything and we have a lot of debts" Mom explained while cleaning her tears. I looked at Mom blankly because I didn't know what kind of expression I'm supposed to make right now, "Is Uncle Bartholomew that introduced you to that business right?"

"I hate to break it to you, Bella Mia, but your mother has always been like that. She's always been that selfish." "I know, and that's not the issue at all. She's always been a mean drunk, but never to us. When I say us, I mean my uncle, her brother, and me. It started with a glass of wine or two. My father was never in the picture, so it was my uncle that stepped up. He never complained. That was how much he loved his sister. He kept the lights on and took care of us. Despite her problem, he respected my mom. How could he not? She was his younger sister. Look, I was young, but I know what was going on, but I didn’t know better. I thought that was the way it should be. That was my normal. My

"They're your uncles, right? Why do they do this to you?" "Because they're greedy, despicable assholes," he chuckled bitterly. "They feel entitled because I ended up being adopted into a wealthy family after my father's death. But you know the irony? In reality, they couldn't care less about my dad. They'd have sold him off if it meant a quick buck. They're cheap and greedy. That's all they are—they aren't my uncles. I refuse to consider them family because they don't deserve that title," his voice lowered with a mix of anger and sorrow.

When I was done, I decided to look around for a while before the guy returned with my change of clothes and the moment I stepped into the living room while still admiring how expensive it looked, the door opened and my bundle of nightmare entered. “Your uncle is really rich, I'm so lucky I chose you,” Violet said as she clung unto Caleb. “Right, I'm going to introduce you to him since he's pretty much our family head and after his approval we can get married and live as a happy family,” he said as they both turned and saw me where I was rooted in my steps. “Happy family? Isn't that too greedy and farfetched for people like you?” I muttered before my brain could even boot and I noticed their

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

“You wanna know why I’m mad? Because you can’t go round calling people uncle!” “But I don’t," he replied firmly. "Geoff and Oak and Max… and Bonny are not uncle. They’re Mister. So is Mister Colt. Avery is uncle. Like beta Jake and gamma Richard.” “He's NOT like my brothers!" I snapped. "Yes, he's a bit of what we are. But only a tinnee little bit. Just cuz you’ve known him all your life doesn’t mean he gets that honor, you hear me! You’re three years old. You’ll get to meet many more people of worth in this lifetime!"

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

"As if! You’ve always been a selfish, wayward little brat. You come into our home, consume our resources, and then try to destroy our daughter’s happiness because you can’t stand not being the center of attention. You’re nothing but a cheap, manipulative slut." “A sl— how fucking dare you?!” My vision swam with absolute rage. "I have done nothing but protect her! I have done nothing but try to make you proud!" “Who have you made proud? Us?” my uncle mocked, a cruel, ugly chuckle escaping his lips. “How come you never mentioned us at all your awards then? With your tragic little backstory...Your father was a failure who couldn't even keep a car on the road, and you're turning out exactly like

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."