Spoiled By Eight Uncles Novelas e Histórias

"Of course you can have her cunt, but let's keep this one in the family. Our little niece whore shouldn't have to spread her legs for other men. We have other whores for that." Megan listened in amazement as her uncles started talking business. It was apparent that they didn't make the bulk of their money doing their normal jobs. They had a string of sex clubs where their whores made them a small fortune. She spent the evening serving them coffee and cooking for them. Then, as her uncles relaxed after the meal, Uncle Ron zipped his pants open and pulled his cock out. "Be a good girl and suck your uncle's cock," he said.

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.

If I want something, like to know what a present is, all I have to do is just ask Arson. “Okay, I’ll tell Ali. Ryder can’t say no to his wife. She’ll make sure I’m there.” I smile at him. I can always count on my aunt to persuade my uncle. If she can’t, my Uncle Tee will. I’ve heard him tell Uncle Jax no and once my aunt, but I have never heard him tell Uncle Tee no. Tee and Ali are the ones who are the most spoiled in their poly group. Dominic always caves to Ali and the entire group caves to Uncle Tee.

completely. The atmosphere felt cold, the ache in my head intense, and the stab wound on my arm from the last raid seemed to have ripped open again. I dropped my hands down, eyes on the dancing lights. *Myles, can you see me? Myles, I can’t suffer anymore. Myles... please.* “For seven years, I raised a fool,” my uncle continued, his voice dripping with disdain. “Look at you. You’re drunk, you’re reckless, and for what? For a boy who doesn’t even want you?”

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.

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

"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.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

“If you need a drinking buddy, you should head to a bar. I’m done. Just tell me if you’re going to let me appeal without contesting or not.” “I don’t need a drinking buddy. I just believe alcohol has a way of making people tell the fucking truth,” he replies in a cold, almost breathless tone, staring icily into my eyes and that sends a quick shiver down my spine. What truth? What is he talking about? “I don’t get what you mean. What truth is that, that my dad didn’t do it?” “Don’t play dumb little kitten,” he says in the same icy low tone, maintaining the cold stare into my eyes. “The truth……the one where you used an uncle to get back at his nephew by fucking sleeping with him.”

Papa questioned, his eyebrow raised in emphasis, "What. Did. You. Do?" "I know all about your dirty little dealings, all of it! All of you! Including you!" Papa continued, pointing angrily at Uncle Davis, that has been particularly quiet after Papa dropped the bomb that all his minions were in my custody. He opened his mouth to speak but Papa cut him off, "Don't! Don't say anything at all. You're all the same, shameless and wicked. You will treat your own niece like you would do a stranger and still yet you can't even measure up with her. Barely two months in this city and she has all your lives in her palm, does that not make you think? Don't you realize how foolish you all are? I'm embarra