Step Uncle Novels & Stories

"As I said earlier, I'm in a hurry, so move—" "Can't you spare a few minutes to speak to your uncle?" "Uncle?" I raised a brow as I eyed him. Nobody told me Pablo had a brother. He didn't look anything like him, though. If anything, he looked like— "Or step-uncle. I'm not sure. What do you call the brother of your stepmother?" He smirked. "Oh, you're Beatrice's brother." I said flatly. That explained the creepy look. "I've heard quite a lot about you."

“Yes, your nephew, Mason Allen. I asked him to convince you to give me a chance since you both live together… but it seems he never even mentioned it to you.” Ste-phen stayed silent for a moment, his gaze darkening as his fingers began to drum on the desk. “He said I’m his uncle?” he asked, his voice low and edged with something dangerous. “Yes… he said you were adopted.” Ste-phen’s fingers stilled, his sharp eyes locked onto a fixed point in space. Just how far would his little mate go to test his limits? Uncle. Adopted Uncle. A low snort escaped his lips as he adjusted his tie, his body suddenly feeling too hot for the office.

a familiar voice said and I whipped around to see my husband-to-be striding towards us. My eyes widened. What was he doing here? I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Grandma walking towards us. “Oh Shirley dear, you're here.” Grandma Yvonne sent me a polite smile then turned to Jackson. She froze before the biggest smile took over her face. “Jackson? Is that you?” “Hello mother,” he whispered with a smile of his own. “Now can someone explain why my fiancé is being harassed like this?” Mother? Nephew?

"Quite frankly speaking, i have never seen him, or heard of him with a woman even. Not even my mom has heard something like that." Uncle Sebastian is my mother's younger brother, and after she met my father, the then beta of this pack, she moved back to this pack leaving her pack of origin--in which Uncle Sebastian is now the alpha. So, he is my maternal uncle, and though we are not that close, he is the one uncle i look up to the most. If i get to be on his good graces, it would go a long way for me so obviously i would not do anything that would upset him, i have always avoided doing such since i was a kid.

The second my face was clear my uncle’s jaw flexed once. Stephen looked between us, confusion all over his face. “Wait. You two know each other?” I let out a short, broken sound that was almost a laugh. “He’s my step-uncle.” Silence. Stephen’s mouth opened. Closed. Then he scoffed, the sound sharp and stupid. “No way. That’s actually wild.” He turned to my uncle with a grin that was pure nervous energy. “No offense, but you’re like the oldest tipper we’ve ever had. Grandpa energy for real.”

That sound always dragged me back into reality. My son did not care for prophecy, he cared for speed, snacks, and declaring war on clothing. I opened the study door as Andre ran past with one shoe on and one shoe missing. Lucas followed behind him holding the missing shoe like evidence from a crime scene. “Sir,” Lucas said dryly, “your heir has declared rebellion against footwear.” Andre pointed dramatically. “Uncle Lucas lies.” I crouched and caught him around the waist before he escaped again. “Did the shoe offend you?”

He went a little crazy when he got his wolf, and we grew apart. We pull up to the gate, and I enter the code. The extravagance that my uncle insisted on when he built this place is so excessive. It’s literally a mansion, though he calls it his humble home. He was so jealous of my dad, always has been; thankfully Logan didn’t get that from him. I loop around and drive up to the front doors. We are immediately greeted by Aunt Stephanie, who comes out smiling brilliantly. “Brady! Colton! What a pleasant surprise! Come on in! I’ll get Logan.” She greets me with a kiss on my temple and hugs Colton like he’s family as well. She ushers us in.

" The room felt like it was spinning. My father died in a hit-and-run ten years ago. It was an accident. At least, that’s what Mom always told me. I gripped the paper so hard it tore. I didn't just have a step-brother problem. I had a murder problem

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.

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.