Stepuncle Novels & Stories

Harry climbed the stairs with steps that felt heavier than before. Each creak of the wooden steps echoed softly, as if marking something that could no longer be undone. Ethan stood at the doorway of his room, eyes half-closed, hair messy, clutching his red toy car tightly. “Papa?” the boy repeated, his voice fragile. Harry knelt down, forcing a smile. “Papa is stepping out for a bit with Mama,” he said gently, choosing his words with care. “Uncle Harry will stay with you, okay?”

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.

In my mother’s basement with her stepbrother’s hand on my throat. “Moaning for your uncle,” he says, voice dark with disgust and desire. “You really are a slut. Sending nudes to strangers wasn’t enough, you needed your mother’s brother to put his hands on you.” “You’re not my real uncle—”

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

Ivy's hand tightened around his, and Roman realized he'd gone completely still, the way he used to on the ice right before taking a hit he couldn't avoid, everything seems to be happening too fast. "Who," he said slowly, "arranged that meeting?" Margaret didn't answer right away. When she finally did, her voice had dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Your uncle," she said. "Edmund." --- Ivy's POV Ivy had never met Edmund Ashford. She only knew the name from the family tree Roman had sketched out for her weeks ago, back when all of this had seemed like nothing more than office politics — Gerald's younger brother, the one who'd been passed over for control of the company twice, first

Zelda's POV I bolted upright, a gasp catching in my throat. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against my skull, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The room was unfamiliar, the scent of a masculine cologne heavy in the air. Then I saw him. Bane Blackwood. My mate’s uncle. The man who was supposed to be Claus's rival, his enemy. He lay beside me, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, his breathing slow and even in sleep.

John glanced at the snowflakes on his shoulders and asked in a deep voice, “Are you going to answer my question or not?” To his shock, Lala shot back, “I’m not obligated to.” John’s face fell. Gloomily, he said, “You can be with anybody—but not my uncle. I don’t want you to have anything to do with him. Stay away from him.” He turned around and was about to leave, but he paused at the door and glanced back. His gaze landed on the table, where he spotted the live boxing ticket. He sneered. “Don’t think too highly of yourself. My uncle forgot the promise he made to you. If he hadn’t seen the ticket in my hands, he wouldn’t have remembered. And the ticket you’re about to use? He took it from me

Monster “I know you, you’re…” My uncle squinted at me with his bleary, alcohol addled eyes but I didn't let him finish. I smashed my fist into his face before he could say my real name and sent him reeling backwards. I stepped into the house as he fell to the floor. The Judge brought up the rear, his chuckle menacing as he closed the door behind us.

me : yeah uncle uncle : she is very precious person and youngest person of our family we can't see her tears remember this me : I also can't bare to see her in tears uncle she is precious to me also aunt : we know rishi how much you both love eachother we don't have any objections to your love me : thank you so much aunty aunt : I believe in you that you will take care of my daughter very well me : I will never break your trust aunty grandpa : remember young man if you dare to hurt my angel I will break your bones me : okay grandpa grandma : don't make that child scared uncle : rishi come with me me : sure uncle uncle : rishi I think so you know everything that I planned for you both to meet

I know what it's like to lose a Mom at a young age. An incredibly handsome man comes up and pulls me and Alec into a hug at the same time. He pulls back and looks at Alec. “What's up, man?” Alec gives the typical 'not much' response and he turns to me. “So, I'm Zeke. Your uncle, if you didn't notice.” Considering he looks exactly like my dad but younger, I felt it was a safe assumption. “So, these are the bad ass hybrids?” He looks at Andras and Morana.