Step Uncle Novels & Stories

She laughed, "One tutoring session at a time. Anyway, let me know how things go with Adrian, and if you need backup for that gaming challenge, I'm just a call away." I laughed as she said it as it sounded so hilarious to me. But I appreciated her presence. As I hung up with Olive, my mom popped her head into my room, her expression expectant. "Jane, dinner's ready. Can you call your brother, Adrian?" I frowned at the mention of the word "brother." "Brother?" I echoed, my tone laced with reluctance. Mom sighed, her expression mirroring a mix of patience and understanding. "Jane, he is your stepbrother. It's time you accept him as family."

“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.

He laughed and I was happy I could relieve a bit of tension for him, "What happened to Uncle anyway, I thought he had an adoptive daughter, Luna Stacey's niece?" He sighed, "yea I can't remember her name, Racheal, Roe, something like that, anyway she doesn't want it, she says she has her business’, and she really isn't in our bloodline, it makes sense. Uncle hasn't been right since Luna Stacey passed, they were older anyway," he sighed, "I'm taking some of my best with me, I leave next week."

My mother looked between me and Joe, her eyebrows pinching together in annoyance. "Jenna," she scolded, her tone instantly shifting from sweet to sharp. "Where are your manners? Speak to your stepdad." He’s my stepdad now? They got married? I couldn't move my mouth. My throat felt like it was full of glass. Joe let out a low, gravelly laugh, setting his glass down on the side table. "Ah, leave her be, Clara. She's just surprised to see me." He pushed himself up from the sofa. He was broad, thick-built, and he moved with a slow, heavy confidence that made my stomach turn inside out. He walked across the hardwood floor, closing the distance between us until he was standing right in front of me

He was huge and enormous and I wondered how he managed to fit inside. He took a step towards me, and I instinctively recoiled. “Are you sure it was a mistake, Zelda?” His voice was calm, almost too calm. “Or are you just saying that because it feels like the right thing to say?” My mouth opened, then closed. I believed he had no idea who I was, that I was his nephew’s mate. We’d never had a proper introduction. The only time I’d ever seen him was a brief glimpse at the pack house, engrossed in a discussion and completely oblivious to my presence. Claus had caught me staring then, his face contorted in anger, accusing me of admiring his uncle like a whore. His words had stung but they weren't

"You don't understand—" "I understand that you're in trouble, and I understand that you've got your mother's stubbornness running through you like a iron rod." He walked over, put his dry, warm hand on my shoulder, and gave it a firm shake. "We stay. And if this Vanterpool fellow wants to talk to my niece, he can come up these stairs and talk to me while he's at it." I stared at my uncle, seeing the grey in his hair and the stoop in his shoulders, and for the first time in two years, I leaned forward and buried my face against his chest.

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

We definitely aren't on the same page. I looked at Mrs. Luke again and the two people besides her, who looked around my age. I scoffed as the wildest ‘what if ’ scenario appeared in my head. No. They can never be my father's children. “You still haven't answered me," I said, nodding, my voice dropping significantly, as if I had just come to my senses. “Who are they, Uncle Roger?" Uncle Roger licked his lower lip, he clicked his tongue disappointedly and sure took his time before he answered. “They're your step-siblings. His name is White and her name is Story," he gestured at the two of them.

"Okay yeah Stephan is Brenda's great uncle but he didn't know that. It's a complicated mess but here goes. Michael Athens is Brenda's father however few people know that or want to believe it. His father and step-mother denied her for the longest time because I never went to see him off the day he left or went to his funeral. Terry doesn't know about her cause unfortunately I never knew her and was afraid of her denying Brenda." "Yeah unfortunately that sounds like something Howerd would do," Stephan said with a lot of hatred in his voice. "How in the world did you get mixed up with someone as fucked up as my nephew?"

"She has no evidence against me." My manager clicked his tongue and turned his back on me for a few seconds. "We shouldn't be too overconfident. I'll find those blogs that have the stories and try to bring them down. I have my ways." He said and faced me. "Alright." I flashed a smile at him. "Thank you for not judging me as well." "He was your step-uncle. There was nothing terrible about your relationship. I don't understand why they take everything to a whole new level" He scoffed and rolled his eyes.