Spoiled By 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.

said the uncle with a cynical laugh despite the pain in his hand. "I don't want to have an uncle like you! A sanctimonious man with the heart of an animal!" Damian spat in disgust, remembering how much he loved his uncle. Just as much as he loved his Aunt Tracy. "Hahaha...This uncle you call an animal, after all, took care of you! I raised you! And I'm tired! Tired of waiting for your father's entire fortune to come to me! Because I know Tracy will never do it! She loves her brother and her stupid nephew too much! And I'm sick of it! Sick of being bullied by your father who always looked down on me! Just because I came from a mediocre family! He always looked down on me! Tracy will forever n

One of the people behind them instantly said, “John! You better f*cking behave in the future! You’re still so young and yet, you keep flirting with girls all day! You must have been spoiled by your mother! If you were to do this again in the future, you won’t even know how you ended up dead!” The little boy named John had already peed on the floor. At that moment when he heard his father reprimanding him like that, he immediately held back his tears and nodded his head with all his might. However, the few aunts and uncles of his were not having it. His uncle shouted the fiercest, “Tarrence Cunningham! How could you say that? What do you mean his mother had spoiled him? Why don’t you say that

However, it was kind of something I needed to read to get more information on the mystery called Lavender. The more I read, the more I realized the tone was changing. It was becoming darker. “Today, Uncle Ron had some friends over. They were acting so weird around me. I had to serve them drinks and remind them nonstop that I was only eighteen. But it seemed like these hungry hyenas had been waiting for me to turn eighteen. One of them smacked my ass, and I slapped him. I couldn’t not defend myself, and then—they all beat me up while my uncle yelled, ‘I deserved it for being defensive.’ It was the most humiliating moment for me.”

She was nine now, tall for her age, with Adrian's dark hair and my stubborn chin and something else entirely her own—a way of seeing the world that I'd recognized even when she was small. "Chaos?" I asked, already hearing the chaos of Lila's laugh, bright and unapologetic, and the deeper rumble of Marcus's voice, and the sound of a car trunk being opened with more enthusiasm than precision. "And lots of candy," Hope reported, her eyes gleaming with the particular joy of a child who knew her mother limited sweets and her aunt ignored all such rules. "And Uncle Marcus brought his medical bag and Leo thinks it's for playing doctor. Aunt Lila says we're going to make a mess in the kitchen becaus

“Prison? For what? Why?” She knew Lucien Roswood was the black sheep of the Roswood family—because Shane had talked about him non-stop the year they began dating. “I have an uncle. He’s a terrible person. He almost ruined the family’s reputation. Then he ran away from the country, leaving my dad to clean his mess.” “He’s the worst of them all. A total scumbag. If he ever shows his face in front of me, I’d put my fist through his fucking face.”

Uncle Kaleb glared at Kyle: “You seduced your wife under the guise of a job! You were whipper.” Uncle Andrew: “Carlos was the whippest!” Uncle Carlos: “Whippest? Please. If I’m whipped, you turned simping into a profession.” Kenneth: “Yes. All of you are whipped. I saw how you treated your wives, took notes, and learned from them. Uncles, Dad—thank you. But if there ever is an award for the most whipped Wright, I believe I have earned it.” All of his uncles, including Kyle, raised their glasses. They said in unison: “Cheers!”

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

When Akiko finally recognized the messy hair, she screamed loudly. "Impossible!" Akiko screamed again. She refused to believe the disgusting reality she had just realized. It couldn't be that she slept with her own uncle! "Kenji... Uncle..." Akiko stuttered as she saw the body move, then awoke from her screams. It was definitely her uncle. That was why her aunt was hysterical and kept cursing her. "No... This can't be..." Akiko shook her head. There was no way she had just done the unthinkable with her uncle.

In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew ruined my life and I was foolishly helping his uncle the next day.