Spoiled Rotten By My Uncles Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

**Chapter 1: Shattered Blood** "You fat, greedy pig! You'll eat us out of this house and home and still bring nothing but shame to this family!" Uncle Harlan’s voice boomed through the dimly lit living room like thunder on a clear night. Fifteen-year-old Chloe Brownish stood rooted to the worn carpet, her hands trembling at her sides. The words landed heavy, each one sinking deeper into her chest. Her uncle towered over her, his face twisted with raw contempt. "Look at the size of you. Your parents have been gone barely two weeks and already the fridge is emptying faster than I can fill it. We can’t afford this. We won’t afford *you*."

" I found it utterly incredulous, thinking that it didn't justify Uncle Jared having an affair with another woman to bear him a son. I didn't think Aunt Heather was lucky, since she got really unlucky running into Mom and Uncle Jared. They had already finalized the agreement before getting married, yet once they had tied the knot, they tried to back out. They pushed for the child to adopt his last name and sought to seize the car and house as well. It was just a mere last name, yet they behaved as though their lineage was one of royal succession. Uncle Jared never held a proper job, spending his days outside smoking, drinking, and gambling. He would start berating Aunt Heather once he got dr

Being cast aside for my wolfless nature cut deeper than any blade ever could. For years, my parents had been gone, leaving my uncle and aunt to rule in their absence. Their daughter, Lily, had everything that had been denied to me. I climbed the staircase, its wavering steps making me wonder whether it was the alcohol or my own unsteady emotions. All I wanted was solitude. But as I reached the top, I collided with someone. Lifting my gaze, I met the cold stare of my uncle. He had a huge stature and towered over me. I clenched my teeth, willing myself to suppress both my sorrow and the lingering scent of liquor that clung to me.

Finally, the council room doors opened, and the stench of cigar smoke hit me like a slap. There he was. Marcello. Reclining in his oversized chair like a damn king on a rotting throne, cigar perched between his fingers, eyes as smug and dead as ever. “Well, well.” He drawled, not even bothering to rise, “If it isn’t the family disgrace.” “Hi, Uncle.” I said sweetly, striding in without invitation, “You’re looking... older. Is that liver failure or just your soul finally rotting?” His lips twitched, but not into a smile, “Got that filthy tongue, I see. You must have gotten it from your mother. She was always the bitch.”

As our bodies collided, a guttural snarl tore from my throat; the crack of his claws against mine reverberated throughout the blood-stained hallway. As I strained against his guard, my anger becoming more by the moment, I spat, "You call that glory, uncle? You slaughtered your own brother and watched his daughter suffer just to satisfy your fragile ego." Veins pulsed in Uncle Hajime's neck as he clenched his teeth. "You believe that kindness and dreams are the foundation of this world? Your father would have ruined everything I bled for because he was so naive!" I gave him a slap across the face. He staggered to one side but did not fall. I prevented him.

“Perfect.” I curled into myself, knees drawn up to my chest, pressing my hands against my ears as if that could block the world. The ache in my cheek throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My lips quivered, blood drying at the corners. My uncle stepped back finally, towering over me, and spat on the floor. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice calm now, cold. “You’ll be introduced properly. You’ll go. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

“I’m stronger than you, that is fact and If I wanted to hurt you, nothing would stop me that is also fact but as I told you, I have no intention of hurting you. My being naked doesn’t change that in any way nor would you being naked around me change it. I’m more than capable of controlling my urges just as any other man would.” “But my uncle didn't,” she murmured. “Your uncle didn’t want to control his urges, and he paid for it with his life.” For me the topic was settled, so I turned and headed for the shower. When we were both dressed, I checked the time and It was only eight-thirty. Still early. “Why don’t we head for breakfast before the presentation of the sheets?” Aria eyes widened. “W

“Talking to your dad while StepUncle rips your pussy apart. Did you like that?” She nodded weakly, cum still leaking from her stretched hole. “Yes, Uncle Marcus… I loved it.” Downstairs, Elena called up, “Breakfast is getting cold!” I pulled Sophie to her feet and kissed her roughly. “Go clean up. But leave my cum inside you. I want you sitting at the table with my load dripping out while you smile at your aunt.” Sophie shivered with fresh arousal. This holiday was only getting started. End of Book 4

I forgot the party for a second—Eden Vale updates were rare, and I'd been waiting for this one for literal weeks. I dove onto the bed, grabbed my phone, and tapped the notification before I could even think twice. Big fucking mistake! The new chapter was a sex scene. A very hot one.

The man is as rotten as a spoilt mango. "I make no promises Uncle" "Davii" The pen in my hand stops spinning. The playful expression on my face disappears. "Papa said not to kill him but he also said I shouldn't let anyone threaten my existence" my voice comes out in a hiss. Uncle sighs like he's tired of my shit. "That is why I asked if he offended you" I scoff. "You don't worry Uncle, everything is..... Great" I send him a wide smile, he eyes me suspiciously with a shake of his head he drops the matter. "How many of our members did we lose?"