Step Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

It was exquisite, it reminded me of her eyes. I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I noticed this familiar-looking guy who just walked into the café. He was looking for an empty seat, and then he saw me, and he stopped his tracks. Our eyes met and we had that look on our faces, the ‘I know you’ look. "You're Kara's friend, right? I think we've met before," I said to him. His name was… uh, it starts with a C. "And you're the stepbrother," he replied curtly.

He whispered seductively into my ear before walking past me, I was beyond stunned. I ran in order to stop him, but his strides were faster than mine and he had gotten to the dining room before I could. “Sweetie, this is Ryan, your uncle. He is your stepfather's younger brother.” My mom’s voice rang in my ears and I couldn’t stop replaying her words in my head. “What’s wrong sweetie?” She asked, seeing that I was silent and somewhat shocked to meet the man whom she referred to as my uncle. “Nothing, mum, let’s start eating. I’m famished” I shook my head in denial, avoiding the piercing gaze I got from the man whose name I just knew to be Ryan.

The air was already awky, recklessly, I didn’t want to know more. “Thanks,” “No need to thank me, I don’t exactly have a choice. You’re my responsibility until your mom and my dad show up.” I winced at the mention of my mom and dad. I had to remember that this man was my stepbrother, a sibling. I didn’t respond to his statement. Instead a I shoved pancakes in my mouth. Mason’s eyes stayed on me till I finished my meal. He watched me like a mother hen. It was unnerving, but to him, it seemed like the opposite.

Kit gaped at her. "Well," Swan said, "don't you think we should? What can he do? Kick us out? I don't think so. You've read our grandparents' will. Uncle Chet's really only our half-uncle. Sort of. How does it work again?" "Uncle Chet is Grandfather's son by his first wife," Kit said. "But his first wife was Grandmother's younger sister. So that makes him a little more than a half-uncle."

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 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

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?”

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.