Spoiled Rotten By My Uncles Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Her uncle asked, his fingers running through his hair, and a tired groan escaped him. “Stop trying to change the subject, Uncle Curtis. She's nothing but a mere peasant. A janitor. Has she cast a spell on all of you?” Her voice rose an octave with each word, the word “peasant” sliding so disgustingly out of her lips, “even if she got to everybody. I had expected you, Patrick, to be indifferent to her spell, but sadly, you allowed her to get to you.” None of them responded to everything she said after the question from her uncle; they acted as if she wasn't even there, so I focused back on my work.

“Elena, you’re a smart girl with a bright future. Javier only wants to ruin you and keep your father’s wealth for himself. You need to stand up for your rights , and for that, you’ll need your maternal uncle.” The room went silent for a few minutes. Then the door clicked open, and the same doctor from yesterday walked in. “The patient needs rest,” he said. Grandma smiled at me, pressing a kiss on my forehead. “Take care of yourself, sweetheart.” I stood up slowly and walked toward the door. A chill ran down my spine , the doctor felt more like Javier’s spy than a caregiver. I walked out of the hospital, Grandma’s words still heavy in my mind. If only I had known earlier, maybe I would have a

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up living this kind of life? My dreams were simple: for Angelo and I to finish our studies and have a happy family. I told him that if we ever had our own families, we would stay close to each other. But because of my greedy aunts and uncles, who were obsessed with money, gambling, and vices, here I am now, in the hands of a cruel man I don't know but who I feel is very evil. I've only been here a day, but so much has happened. This morning, I was still at Aunt Anacleta's house. My uncle left, and I was doing my chores when my aunt ordered Angelo to follow her lazy husband.

I summon the strength to rise, my body aching from the previous day's labor. The shock of the frigid liquid steals my breath, and I fight back a sob that threatens to escape my lips. It's a daily ritual, a reminder of my place in this pack, a constant torment that erodes what little hope remains within me. In this pack, I am nothing more than a worthless mutt, a burden to be endured. My parents' untimely demise when I was just a child left me vulnerable, exposed to the mercy of a sinister uncle who saw me as a pawn in his quest for power.

“It feels good to be back, Uncle.” The floor dropped out from under me. Uncle. Uncle. My mind screamed the word over and over, but my body couldn’t react. My legs trembled, my chest heaved, and black spots edged my vision. Cardan was his uncle. I gripped the table for balance, sure I was about to faint, the sound of their voices growing muffled, distant, like I was underwater. Because the truth unfolding in front of me was worse than any nightmare I could have ever imagined.

I glared at him and retorted, “Just like what I said, right? A f*cking terrible fairytale.” The old man shifted from his seat and sighed heavily. I could tell my presence here annoyed the sh*t out of him, but I didn’t care. Uncle Roland was the only family I had after Mom died. He needed to endure the only blood relative he had. “You know what? Why don’t you go find Giselle instead of sulking and planning a murder in my house?” Uncle Roland grunted when he stood up from his chair. I heard a few cracks from his hips, and he yelled, “Ahrg! f*cking pelvic bones!”

Those were the only things I heard as the image of last night filled my eyes… rough lips, messy body, huge cock, dripping pussy. No. No. This can’t be happening. My legs wobbled, body shaking as I stood still, praying for the ground to open and swallow me because the man who had fucked my pussy, ruined my cunt in the best possible way, and made me moan as I had never done before cannot be my husband’s most ruthless yet youngest uncle.

“Damn. He finally did it.” “Shut up,” Shane mutters, failing miserably to hide his flushed cheeks. He glances at me, barely keeping eye contact. “Really? What about your, you know?” “Over protective family relatives?” I flick my wrist. “They’ll survive.” Marcus offers me a fist bump. “That’s the spirit,” he says. “Let’s go have some fun.” NB: Hii, sorry for the impromptu message at the end of this chapter. (If you’re just reading this book and you love it, could you please go check out the other one? It’s super interesting, I promise. It’s called, My Fiancé’s Uncle Is Obsessed With Me)

He started reprimanding Lil Thirteen, “You… You’re… Monster’s… biological daughter. How could you... betray him?” Lil Thirteen cried out, “I just want to live the life of an ordinary person.” Uncle Jeff shook his head in disappointment, and finally heaved out his last breath. The other sisters flocked toward Roxie, and they helped the injured Roxie up. Her face was incredibly pale as she grimaced in pain, “There’s poison in the wound.” Baby Robbie’s face turned white when he heard this. He held up the dead Uncle Jeff and tried to shake him up, wanting to ask for an antidote. However, Uncle Jeff would not wake up anymore.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”