Stepuncle Novels & Stories

He starts to look around for his parents in the pavilion which serves as the sitting area. “Stanley! Hello!” Uncle Gregory, Stanley’s mother’s cousin who also happens to be his father’s accountant greets him with the enthusiasm that one would expect from a man of his social status who has nothing to worry about. He is short and his stomach is big and round so that when he waves at Stanley, his entire body bounces on the seat. “Hello, Uncle Gregory. Have you seen my parents?”

Audrey asked, sensing his sudden change in mood. “You want to know what’s wrong, Audrey?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. “This!” He held up his phone, showing her the video. Audrey’s heart sank. “I can’t believe you’d stoop this low. You’re still having an affair with my nephew!” “What? Zach, I don’t know how this video was made! This never happened, I promise! Why would I have an affair with Frank of all people?” “Oh, shut up, Audrey,” Kiera interjected, her voice sharp. “Everyone knows you’ve always had feelings for my son until you clawed your way into his uncle’s life for wealth and power.”

“I wanted to… but my marriage was already fixed. With someone else.” The words sliced through me. My body trembled as I gripped his shirt. “But I love you, Aiden. And I know you love me too… then why?” His voice broke as he answered, “Because I’m older than you, Lara. Sixteen years older. And I’m your uncle.” “No!” I screamed, shaking my head violently. “You aren’t my uncle. You’re my father’s friend, do you understand? My father’s friend!” Aiden closed his eyes, pain etched across his face, but he didn’t take his arms off me. His silence hurt more than any words could.

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

She pressed her lips together for a second, then lifted her chin, her voice cool but firm. “You know,” she began, letting her eyes sweep over the three women. “You should really get your facts right before gossiping about someone.” The trio blinked, momentarily thrown off by her boldness. Camille's smirk faltered, replaced by a thin line of irritation. “Oh? Tell me then, who are you to Keiran?” “Keiran is my uncle, and not whatever you make up in your head.” “Oh? And what are you going to do about it, little girl?”

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

Uncle said and handed me a bottle of beer but I just shook my head in refusal. "I'm still a minor, uncle, I don't drink alcohol," I replied but uncle just smirks at me. "Tsk, where is Ashton?" Uncle asked and he suddenly caressed his body causing me to swallow my saliva while staring at his body. I can't help but noticed my uncle's massive biceps and triceps and I imagine him using those strong arms to strangle my neck while he is fucking me in the doggy style. My uncle's body is also massive and hard, I can tell that he's regular in the gym.

“If no one cheers for me. But your coming Uncle Wenziel. Okey? Don’t be a social reluctant.” Shortly after, he let me shoot the target on the other side of the river. I closed my eyes after the arrow was released, it didn't even touch the target. I was forced to listen to my uncle's annoying laugh. I hate this Uncle Wenziel! You are even not a good supporter but instead a bully! I am about to face him when a young stag suddenly galloped through the bushes. Uncle chased after the deer immediately. That’s his dinner. An old vampire keeping ignoring the human blood. I salute him for that. It was difficult sacrifice to do so.

he reminded me. My grandfather's consigliere is Uncle Stephen. He is my grandfather's most trusted man and one of the smartest people in the family, if not the entire island of Bendoveh. He resembles a walking library. He is aware of everything that is going on around the globe. You'd be astonished to learn that he's up to date on celebrity news and controversies. That's how up-to-date he is with information.