Stepuncle Novels & Stories

the chubby manager apologized, "I won't repeat it, I made a mistake." "I don't care about you! You insulted me. Yes, I might seem poor in your eyes, but I don't have a sugar daddy. Uncle Sandro just brought me here," she replied. "Y-you're Sandro's niece?" Justin's voice trembled. "Yes, he's my uncle," Luna answered. "The two of you love to bully others. Even you, Bregonia. Shame on all of you." "Sorry, Miss Maine, please forgive us," they pleaded.

But… what was he doing? A mixture of excitement and confusion churned inside of her, and then, to make it worse, stephan spoke, "Uncle is coming!" and a large part of parsley went numb. Her mind raced. He's called Sterling, but he's not part of the Sterling family, that would be... huh… That would make him stephan's uncle, which means oh my god. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw, some had even called her slow, but this struck like lightning down a rod, frying her brain. She felt her cheeks flush and started feeling sick.

She started, cutting her son off “When we were much younger, one of Romero’s classmate was discovered to have stolen one of his wrist watches, the bastard landed at the bottom of one of the biggest stairs in highschool.” Justin widened his eyes. James disengaged from his son. “You uncle pushed him down the stairs knowingly, the poor boy ended in the hospital, spending at least two weeks there, he was badly injured.” She sighed and stopped pacing, she pinned her son with her stern gaze “I hope you are not that stupid to know that our enemies and business rivals who went under and completely bankrupt was all the doings of your uncle?” Slowly Justin nodded. Ofcourse, he knew that.

Carlos I am seated in a bar next to my nephew, not Jake, but Phil, the one with the gentlest heart. I order two margaritas for us, and as we engage in conversation, he inquires, "What's the reason for calling me here, Uncle?" With confidence, I respond, "I want you to know that I deeply care for this family. While I am eager to stand by all of you during this challenging period, I understand that none of you may wish to see me at the mansion, and I respect that."

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.

"You don't understand—" "I understand that you're in trouble, and I understand that you've got your mother's stubbornness running through you like a iron rod." He walked over, put his dry, warm hand on my shoulder, and gave it a firm shake. "We stay. And if this Vanterpool fellow wants to talk to my niece, he can come up these stairs and talk to me while he's at it." I stared at my uncle, seeing the grey in his hair and the stoop in his shoulders, and for the first time in two years, I leaned forward and buried my face against his chest.

STEP UNCLE'S SECRET WEEKEND I pulled up to the sprawling Harrington estate, my heart already hammering against my ribs. The ivy-covered mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, white tents dotting the lawn for Uncle Marcus’s wedding weekend. Marcus was my step-uncle Mom’s second husband’s younger brother but the real reason my stomach twisted with nervous excitement was their older brother, Julian, my other step uncle.

Chapter 1: The Family Reunion The backyard was packed with family for the annual summer barbecue. Laughter, music, and the smell of grilling meat filled the air. I was helping Mom set out drinks when he walked in. Uncle Caleb — my stepdad’s younger brother. He was 29, tall, heavily tattooed, with messy dark hair, sharp jawline, and that dangerous smirk that always made my knees weak. He wasn’t blood-related, but he’d been part of the family since I was 18. Everyone called him “Uncle Caleb,” including me… until the last couple of years when the title started feeling way too wrong.