Step Uncle Novels & Stories

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.

She has been loyal to me ever since. Like I said, I’m not worried about Tempest attempting to take over. This is MY town. “The kiddos are growin’ like weeds. They were excited to see my Uncle Tee this mornin’ when they woke up.” “Your uncle?” She asks and I nod. “Tee is Nate’s stepbrother. I’ve known him since I was eight. He’s my uncle. So that makes Jax my uncle, too. Treat them well, Annie girl.”

"I know all about being unable to control your feelings, but still, you’re meant to be siblings, Elizabeth." "Step siblings." I correct, and he chuckles. "Right. That. Anyway, what I think you’re right about is us having an affair behind your backs. But you’re also wrong because we told you about the wedding and asked if you had any problems with it– you both said no."

But it was too late for regrets; at least it was quiet here, with a classical tune in the background—every bit different from the loud thump of the club I’d just left. “This way, sir.” The butler called, leading me up a grand staircase. The carved balustrades were a magnificent work of art; Uncle Nico had always had an eye for beautiful pieces, taking his time with them, unlike my father, who had drifted from everything he grew up with. I looked up, and there he was at the top of the stairs, looking down at me. I held his gaze, my grimace intact so he’d understand just how pissed I was. “Oh, come on.” My uncle rolled his eyes. “Fine, I made a mistake with the timing and should have notified

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?"

Just now, I saw her snort as if dismissing the protests coming her way. He wiggled in his chair, moving her head like a hoodlum having fun. His attitude was really annoying. Without hesitation, he leaned back and sat more relaxed, then raised her hand to point at Uncle Dave without hesitation. "Did you forget that I'm a member of the Murrey family? Are you underestimating my abilities?" They were all silent. After Ethan mentioned that he was part of the Murrey family, they looked doubtful and scared.

her grandmother scolded him, "let's go upstairs." "You haven't experienced it yet, that's why you think like that, uncle," she teased. "You don't know the meaning of love." "I don't want serious relationships, I might age quickly," he replied. "Especially if the girl is like you, it seems like I'll have a headache for life." He immediately jokingly choked his uncle, "It's a good thing no one likes you, you jerk." Demi couldn't stop laughing as she watched the two of them.

But… what was he doing? A mixture of excitement and confusion churned inside of her, and then, to make it worse, stephan spoke, "Uncle is coming!" and a large part of parsley went numb. Her mind raced. He's called Sterling, but he's not part of the Sterling family, that would be... huh… That would make him stephan's uncle, which means oh my god. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw, some had even called her slow, but this struck like lightning down a rod, frying her brain. She felt her cheeks flush and started feeling sick.

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

I looked up and found him smiling lightly and engaged in conversation with the lady beside him. Life can be a real bitch, I cursed in my mind. Out of all people, Mr. Stranger turned out to be my step-uncle. Eww. Thank God he didn't turn out to be my stepdad; that would have been more awkward. I was searching for him—of course, why wouldn't I? When I was this restless. I don't know what I was expecting by searching for him. We clearly decided on 3 nights, and they had already passed.