Step Uncle Novels & Stories

She was slightly pouted when she spoke, looking very cute. "Hello, grandma." Stephanie's mouth was sweet, and she called people as soon as she opened her mouth. Melinda covered her chest with her hands and thought that the child was so cute and beautiful. "Hey..." Melinda had just responded when Charles ran over to cut her off. "Sigh, it's a mess. We can't call her grandmother." Charles squatted in front of Stephanie and tried to get closer to her. "Stephanie, look, she's Uncle's grandmother. Uncle and your father are of the same generation, aren't they?"

“Hope you're enjoying the food, Stephan?” “Definitely.” He smiled at my Mom, and I couldn't help but look at him again. I saw him in the same frame as Declan, and they looked so alike, with Declan just looking older. Stephan could pass as his son, but there was also something remotely old about him, something that sharpened his edges and made him look like what novels describe as sugar daddies. But he was my step-uncle and professor and would remain just that. Getting through dinner was a herculean task, and by the time it was over, I practically flew to my room, locked up, and tried to sleep.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

Dad said "Come meet My Family. These men are your step uncles..." "Wh...what men, Dad?" I stuttered. "These gentlemen." Dad gestured to the men from that night. My mind went blank. For a few minutes, I was unable to hear anything else that was said as my mind tried to understand what was happening. The men from that night... The Alcatraz brothers were my step uncles.

“You wanna know why I’m mad? Because you can’t go round calling people uncle!” “But I don’t," he replied firmly. "Geoff and Oak and Max… and Bonny are not uncle. They’re Mister. So is Mister Colt. Avery is uncle. Like beta Jake and gamma Richard.” “He's NOT like my brothers!" I snapped. "Yes, he's a bit of what we are. But only a tinnee little bit. Just cuz you’ve known him all your life doesn’t mean he gets that honor, you hear me! You’re three years old. You’ll get to meet many more people of worth in this lifetime!"

For a three-and-a-half-year-old, he was too fast. Too coordinated. “Hey…” he said after a moment, tilting his head. “What should I call you?” I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “You’re Mom’s stepbrother, right?” My expression hardened. “Who told you that? Your mom?” He shook his head. “Your dad,” he said simply. Of course. “I’ll call you Uncle Hunter,” he added with a small nod, like he had already decided. My jaw tightened. I pressed my lips together, saying nothing.

“Babe, I think you’re focusing too much on the whole uncle thing,” Christine said as we sat on the couch the next morning. “I mean, you guys aren’t actually related. You’ve never even met before. Hell, you’ve only met your stepfather three times. It’s not like you call him ‘daddy,’ or anything.”

Both the siblings were close to each other and after my mother's death, he was after Stefan Ford's blood and could kill him any minute. Thankfully Grandpa stopped him and sent him out of the country himself. Grandpa never admitted but everyone beside him could see how much fondness he had for my uncle even though he was a little brat. He still acted like this and he was going to be twenty-nine next year. "Pretty niece, I'm coming back in 3 months. I'm notifying you in advance so that you could prepare a huge gift for your uncle. Don't let me down." Huh? Was I hearing it correctly?

He knew that the nobles would soon rush to him and he would go back into the affairs of Moldavia. As he looked around, he saw a man sitting beside a small pond. Apart from his green robes, the rest of his clothes were similar to Stephen. He walked closer to this man and realized that it was his uncle Peter. "Uncle Peter, what brings you here today?" asked Stephen. The man turned and looked at him surprised. Uncle Peter was one of his father's brothers. Though Stephen was not fond of him yet he always respected him. "Să trăiți!" "Ah Uncle, you don't have to be so formal and nobody lives that long."

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.