The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

I thought as I yawned, boredom is beginning to draw me in and I knew I’d fall asleep really soon, I yawned again and I closed my eyes to give into a peaceful sleep. ******** “Happy birthday to you sweetheart.” I heard my uncle say in an exciting voice. I’m not really a fan of birthdays since I lost my mum and this being my eighteenth is supposed to be different but somehow it felt the same, I miss my parents, they always made sure my birthdays were special and my uncle had always tried his best to made it special or atleast, that’s what I thought. “Thank you, Uncle.” I said feigning a smile so I wouldn’t look sad.

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

she suddenly interupt her uncle, she didn't know why she dislike the word weakling when her dad was on spot. "I can't help it your dad is so weak that even rats can kill him on the spot damn I can't believe, well your father is handsome and rich at that time but rich and face in our world is not even qualified" her uncle sigh again she even smile on what she heard she knows that her father is rich and handsome she can see that because her face was resimble to her dad when he was young. "Well your face is kinda like your father will your boyish and I well tell you I'm a lesbian My niece haha" her uncle said it and she was stunned, she didn't even imagine her uncle to be a lesbian her uncle is

Quentin, eyes still on me, gave Shane the tiniest nod back. Shane and I stepped off to a quiet corner. He jumped in first. "Mirelle, is this thing with Uncle Quentin just to mess with me? You hit the bridal shop the same day I did, and now you're getting married today too? That's not a coincidence." I sighed. It actually was. He let out a sharp laugh. "You really planned this. Even faked a marriage cert. Well, congrats—you got under my skin. I can't stand the thought of you with someone else. Even if it's my uncle."

What else a person can crave for. As soon as I took my medicines, I visited them. They are as funny as tom and Jerry. Uncle was searching for some sweets, without being caught from aunty , I was trying hard to control my laughter. They are the most hilarious couple of the world, no one can be more hilarious then them. I was observing all this when uncle found a sweet on the lower shelf and as soon as aunty saw this, she immediately grabbed uncle's ears. " ahhh, mah lady it hurts".

The air smelled of burnt eggs and confusion. Then I heard another knock sound, more insistent this time. "Coming I finally said." I slowly moved, leaving the burnt mess behind. When I opened the door, he stood there in the heavy silence of the morning sun. It was my father's best friend, Uncle Jack. He was a vision in a dark suit, the sharp tailoring accentuating his tall frame. But it wasn't just the suit. At forty-five, he defied time. He had broad, capable shoulders and a chest that looked heavy with the kind of strength and gravity that comes from a life well-lived. There was a magnetism about him, a quiet power in the way he carried himself. He had always been so kind, he was such a "sw

He stood up and told his son, “You’re being discourteous. It wasn’t easy for you to make a friend. You can’t mistreat your friend. If you aren’t going to walk her out, I’ll walk her out instead.” After speaking, he smiled at Little Cupcake cheerily and said in an extremely gentle tone, “You’re… Little Cupcake, right? Uncle will walk you out.” Looking at Dayton’s smile, Little Cupcake felt that an evil wolf was smiling at her. Her mommy was right. This uncle was not a good person. She waved her hand repeatedly and said, “It’s fine, it’s fine. There’s no need to trouble you…” She picked up the bag of plushies, turned around, and ran out.

he confessed. “You're crazy,” I said, and we both laughed. “Can I ask for a favor?” “Anything?” “Please don't tell Clinton where I am, please.” “Don't worry, I won't meddle in your issues. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but my uncle loves you, Jess, you changed him, he was never a family person he changed for you. I know whatever he did hurt you, but please find a way to talk it out with him.”

But Scarlet still doesn’t want to give up because she believes that Amber will have a good love life and thinks that Stephen, her Uncle, can do that. “Just this time, one last time. Suppose it won’t work, then, no. But help Uncle Stephen to at least have a girlfriend...” Amber winced at Scarlet’s words, “Why do you want him to have a girlfriend? He doesn’t seem to want that either—”

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."