Spoiled By Eight Uncles Novelas e Histórias

his uncle asked again. Abigail turned and smiled slyly at her uncle. "I don't want to surpass you, Uncle," she said mockingly. "I'm afraid you'll suffer from being the only old bachelor in Grandma's family." The girl then poured the onions into the pan, accompanied by the sizzling sound of oil. "Besides, I still want to be a single bridesmaid. Moreover, I'm not ready to be tied to anyone," she replied while stirring her dish, creating an enticing aroma.

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

he threatened. "Come on, uncle, you'll lose a beautiful niece," she said to him. "Of course, you're my only niece, so you have no rival! but if you have cousins ,you'd be the ugliest," he retorted. "Demi, can I drop uncle? Just once, I promise, his mouth is getting too rude," she joked. "Go on, kick him," Demi agreed. "Are you really going to drop me, Demi, just because you're siding with my spoiled niece?" Sandro exclaimed.

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.

The next minute, he had opened his arms for a hug and I really didn't mind obliging him. "It's been such a long while, my boy." He said after we had pulled away from each other. "We hadn't enough time to catch up at your welcome party, and I had left home earlier than usual because my sister in law's children were home, with no one to look after them." "It's totally fine, uncle. How have you been?" "Very well my boy." He replied, unable to remove the grin from his face. "I'm just fine, except for the fact that your nephew and my daughter have refused to make me a grandpa."

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.

"Terrible tragedy." I swallowed, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "Thank you," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Such a shame," he continued, his smile widening. "Leaving the pack in the hands of a… child." My temper flared, hot and fierce. "I may be younger than you, Uncle, but I am not a child." He stopped in front of me, towering over like a predator sizing up its prey. "Are you not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "A spoiled princess, playing dress-up in her father's big shoes? How long do you think this charade will last, Tia?"

The rest of his home is full of sparkle and glamor, almost gaudy because Uncle Alejandro is nothing if he isn't a showman for all his wealth—and all the wealth he wants people to think that he has, on top of that. I remember the day Diana and I came to our uncle's home. We had just lost Mom and Dad and were in such a state of utter despair, we didn't know what was happening. Of course, we were just little kids; we didn't know what was going on anyway. Diana seemed relieved that our uncle had summoned us. We had barely seen him up to that point in our lives. I have no idea why he never came around. Father used to refer to him as the black sheep. I am not sure if they grew up together. I know

“I'm sorry, Adrian. I should have been firmer; I should have refused this offer. It is my fault that your wolf is confused. Sleep...it will all be over come morning." What would be over? What wou… ** *** **** The hunt was easy; his uncles were just drunk enough to fall for their own traps. "The hell are you going like that?" Uncle Spencer asked; he was the oddest germaphobe and the only sober one of the three to realise that he was not heading in the direction of the showers despite the blood covering his frame. "My wife is with Mum and her friends peeling bean pods.” He answered quickly before turning away.

"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