Stepuncle Novels & Stories

" What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating? " She scoffed and bitter anger surged through her and she rolled her eyes ."Is that the best you can come up with?" And how about I tell your uncle that you have been embezzling funds from his company." she threatened back and watched his eyes narrowed into a slit in fear. He stepped back a little and she smiled ." How about you start calling me Auntie now?" He was already turning red about to say something when Rafael came . "I can see you both are getting to know each other?"

Alex peeked through the barely opened door, his little bottom wiggling as he tried to catch a better view. Seeing the adults heading toward the dining room, he closed the door and plopped down beside his brother. “So, now that Uncle-in-law Zac and Aunt Helen are married, does that mean we can go hang out with Uncle Justin all the time? Uncle Zac and Uncle Justin are good buddies, and Mom and Aunt Helen are besties. They’re a perfect match!” Alex’s excitement was palpable, and he had adjusted to calling Zac "Uncle-in-law" with surprising ease.

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

But in here there was only cold, clean air and the faint smell of wet grass from the garden. I didn't know when she had started doing that. I didn't know anything about her at all. And now I never would, because he had taken her. My uncle. Just thinking the word made my hands curl into fists against my knees. The bastard son my grandfather hid for thirty-five years, who walked into the reading of the will like he owned the room and then took every single thing that was supposed to be mine. Sixty percent of my family's company. The east wing. The head of the table. The respect of a board that had watched me work my whole adult life for that company, and then fell over themselves to shake his

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

THERON This was a bloody abomination, this was… utterly despicable of me. Her huge rounded brown eyes stared deep at me and I felt my c**k twitch again between my thighs. It made me feel like a creep. She stirred some sort of darkened emotion in me. I stared down at her with absolute lust and disgust. "I'm your uncle," I breathed out, the harsh reality dawning on me. Her puzzled innocent eyes bored deeper into mine. She seemed to understand too.

She had chosen that path herself, so she deserved the coming reckoning. Uncle Jared was convinced that Mom would, without fail, handle the matter with Matt. He planned to wait until I had finished raising Matt, at which point he would formally claim him, mirroring Mom's strategy. He anticipated gaining a cash cow with zero effort on his part. He cheerfully made his way back home, having no idea of the disaster awaiting him. He had just walked in when he found his in-laws and several intimidating men in the living room. He flinched in surprise, then turned to Aunt Heather, who calmly said that they were all relatives.

"I think it’s time I had a word with my uncle." He began to move across the grass, a 6'4" shadow cutting through the sunlight. Noah didn't see him coming yet, but he would feel him soon enough.