Spoiled By Eight Uncles Novels & Stories

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

She raised her glass higher. "So yes, this is unconventional. Yes, people will judge. Yes, it's complicated and weird and my best friend is marrying my father which is insane." Laughter through tears. "But it's also real and beautiful and exactly what they both deserve. To Dad and Bronwyn. May you have all the happiness you fought so hard to find." The applause was thunderous. I was crying openly now, not caring about my makeup. Trenton stood and pulled Eudora into a hug while the room watched.

If i get to be on his good graces, it would go a long way for me so obviously i would not do anything that would upset him, i have always avoided doing such since i was a kid. And i was hoping his visit this time around would go on without a bleamish as well so i could get into his company, but Leila just had to pull that stunt and nearly ruined it for me, and for the pack as well. What was she thinking really? She deserved what she got her way. A fake bond with my Uncle? Is she stupid?

DANTE'S POV Julian was a pretty boy. He had always been but after fifteen years, he looked too delicate to be involved in the family business. I was glad Orabella was trying to make him take another path. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at me briefly. I could tell he was skeptical about living with me and I understood him. I would not welcome the idea of living with a step uncle who disappeared for fifteen years. Aldo cleared his throat. “You know the Montrelli.”

“An orphan girl who stole the hearts of the High Lords. You had their protection. Their name. Their love.” Her voice sharpened with real anger. “Everything that should have been mine.” She leaned closer. “I simply rewrote the story. And they thanked me for it. Caspian held me while I cried about your cruelty. Julian comforted me. Soren called me brave.” The words cut deeper than the beating. I thought of Caspian’s rare, warm smiles reserved only for me. Julian reading to me late into the night, his voice soft and intimate. Soren spinning me in the garden at midnight, laughing as he kissed me breathless. All of it gone. All of it poisoned.

Her bed was enormous, the sheets silky against her skin, the scent of fresh roses drifting from a vase placed by her bedside. It had been days since the estate reveal, and still she couldn’t shake the surreal wonder of it all. Every morning began with luxury and ended with laughter. Her brothers spared no effort in reminding her—through gifts, affection, and endless spoiling—that she belonged to them now, and she would never be invisible again. That morning, Dante was the first to appear, barging into her room with his usual dramatic flair. “Up, up, up!” he sang, tossing a box onto her bed. “Today’s spoiling begins with breakfast and surprises.”

Carson asked angrily. Amber's eyes widened in shock because of what Carson said. "How dare you say that?" "Why? I'm right, Amber, aren't I? You seduced my Uncle because you are taking revenge on me. But I didn't expect that your revenge and using him had something to do with money. You're a gold digger—”

It's in joy that I received your letter and it's with a heavy heart that I am writing this response to you. Your mother has fallen terribly sick - and has been for over a year now. But that's not all. She had named a new heir - Gabrielle. Your cousin and he is to succeed her if anything happens. The realms will forever be your home and we are looking forward to welcoming you whenever you decide to come back home. Your uncle, Dan. Uncle Dan. Something was definitely wrong. Yes, the alarms in my head were going off for several reasons and it wasn't funny.