Step Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We have a brother in California, he is out of the country presently and I think he would be the perfect person for Estera to stay with right now. She is seventeen and her eighteenth birthday is in a few months—” I heard my Aunt Sophia saying and felt a profound dread. I didn't want to be separated from her! She looked so much like my mum, and I can’t lose them both in such a short time. I have never even physically met Uncle Joshua, he was always out of the country for some adventure. He was a journalist for the National Geographic channel.

I’m going to murder an Alpha and I’m chatting bullshit about nonexistent crushes. For the final time in my life we ascended the four storeys of stone staircase. Walked the red carpet along to the royal suites. Adrian nudged me, his voice a husky whisper. “I didn’t get to say yesterday. I’m leaving because…well I’m going to be a Papa. Which makes you their Uncle!”

I eagerly glance up but immediately freeze. The man stepping out of my grandfather’s office is tall, broad-shouldered, with an imposing presence that sucks the air right out of the room. His sharp features, cold eyes, and the aura of authority around him are unmistakable. Alpha Hector. For a second, I can’t believe my eyes. He is my Uncle Hector... once removed, though I’ve never once called him that. He’s actually my grandfather’s nephew, the son of Lady Elizabeth, Grandpa Archibald’s youngest stepsister.

" What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating? " She scoffed and bitter anger surged through her and she rolled her eyes ."Is that the best you can come up with?" And how about I tell your uncle that you have been embezzling funds from his company." she threatened back and watched his eyes narrowed into a slit in fear. He stepped back a little and she smiled ." How about you start calling me Auntie now?" He was already turning red about to say something when Rafael came . "I can see you both are getting to know each other?"

My heart skipped a beat as I gazed into Chase's eyes, the truth finally sinking in. I was falling for him, hard. The realization both thrilled and terrified me. How could I have let this happen? He's my step-uncle, for crying out loud! And he wanted to be a better person for me! Chase's expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Hey, don't worry about it, okay? I'm here for you, and I care about you deeply."

The second uncle was the odd one out—a guy in his fifties who was still playing the field and would not settle down. The other nine were from the second and third great uncles' side of the family. Stephen did not really keep tabs on them much. Madeline let out a relieved breath. 'Not much attention, that's a relief.' Sadie's voice cut through the air, frigid and sharp. "Don't think for a second that just because I'm here, you can boss me around. Listen up, I'm watching you. If you mess with Hector, you'll wish you hadn't!"

Alaric was taking his bloody time to get here. Damien had suspected that his brother wouldn’t make things easy for them. He was an incredibly selfish individual, and he only did things when they benefited him. So, for the next few days, Damien tried to get to the very bottom of his nephew’s problem. Not that he was particularly kind-hearted, but solving the issue meant they would leave sooner.

His lips twitched. I inched closer, our bodies almost touching, and craned my neck. “What should I have said? Pounding? Humping? Sexing?” My eyes darkened with each word. “Do you think I’m too young to say such words?” Uncle Stephan stared down at me, his breath ghosting over my skin. “You’re too young for me? I was there when your mother gave birth to you. I was there when you took your first steps.” My hands shot and I pressed my index fingers against his lips. “Shhh,” I said, “are you going to be there when I tell my father you’re fucking his lovely wife?”

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”