The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

or wife until she heard a cute little voice of a girl. "Hello, uncle. What are you up to?" she asked in s cute voice. "Princess, I am with a girl...she works for me." "Careful uncle, she might be falling for you. Everyone knows you are single and handsome," the little girl said teasingly. This brought a wide smile on Pidge's face and Maddox only chuckled. She was lost in his laugh. It was turn on for her. "She is not like the other girls. Do you want to talk to her?" asked the handsome uncle.

“Pack your things. You’re moving into my estate tonight.” “Like hell I am.” He stepped closer. His scent hit me first, it stirred something within me. I could tell this guy was dangerous “I’m not your friend, Sophia,” he murmured. “I’m not here to comfort you. You’re nothing more than a responsibility that I inherited. So don’t mistake this arrangement for anything other than what it is.” “And what exactly is it?” His lips curved almost into a smile, but not quite. “Punishment.” *** The front door creaked as I stepped inside, expecting the familiar smell of dust, leftover whiskey, and stale cigar smoke.

The moment I lift my head up, my gaze collides with the coldest ocean blue eyes I have ever seen. I would recognize those eyes from anywhere. It is none other than Valentino Orsini. my uncle In-law. ~P-Lia~

he said, his voice calm but distant, “your uncle wants to have a word with you.” I nodded, still unsure what to expect. My heart thudded a little too fast. “Okay,” I murmured, brushing past him. When I entered the sitting room, the scent of tobacco and iron filled the air. My uncle stood as I came in, his smile painted on, his eyes gleaming with the false warmth I’d known all my life. “Sylvara? Oh, my girl, you look tired.” I scoffed and shook my head, folding my arms. “Stop it. We both know you don’t care about me like that. You don’t have to act here — nobody’s handing out awards.”

I wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated the hug. "Now, let's get back to get ready for dinner. Your Aunt Rose and all your Uncles will be here for dinner," Mom said, and I couldn't help but beam. I loved each one of them. All of them have shown me something special. Aunty Rose is always smiling and doing her activities calmly, which is worthy of admiration. Uncle Nate is a fighter. After losing his ability to walk during the war, his recovery came with many trials, but he conquered all. He now walks with a cane, and even then, he is one of the most powerful warriors in the pack. Uncle Elliot is always observant, especially when you connect with him because it feels like he stares

My mother replies. It was a good idea, and it was a good place to start. Charles thanked her and my mom offered us some fresh muffins Evee had sent down from her bakery that morning. Just as I was finishing my first bite of the delicious chocolate chip muffin the door of the office opened, and my uncle Jim walks in the door. “Guess whose home” he announces. My uncle is over 6 feet tall. He is wearing his old leather jacket and a pair of jeans. He had been on the road for months, exploring caves. He is often gone collecting rare supplies and crystals. You cannot grow things like fire salts and bat wings. usually when he gets back, he has a big shipment of supplies.

But as she heard the front door open, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. "Chantelle," her aunt said, her voice falsely sweet. "We're home!" Chantelle forced a smile and said, "Hi. How was your day?" "Oh, just lovely, just lovely," her aunt replied, giving her a tight smile. But Chantelle could see the anger and suspicion in her eyes. Her aunt turned to her uncle. "Darling, could you check on dinner? I'm going to get changed." "Of course, my love," her uncle said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Chantelle watched her leave the room, her heart racing. Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle.

Something low and moldy like chopped wood left for weeks in the rain. She is damn crazy cute. You weren’t kidding. I don’t remember what he really said, but my mind fills this in. “Do you like iced tea?” He stooped down to say this, and when he spoke I smelled his breath. Cigarettes and thick saliva. Something medicinal and sweet, like cough syrup. “We’d love some iced tea,” Momma said. “Come on, little girl,” Uncle Steve said to me. “My bitch Leia had four pups the other week. Their eyes just opened. They’re almost as cute as you.”

he mutters, "Mortgaging yourself up to pay for a big fancy wedding." "There's no mortgage, Dad. Now please excuse me, I want to talk to Uncle Al." My old uncle sits on the edges of things, a rug thrown over his lap as he watches from his wheelchair. His face creased and sagging with age and ill health, shoulders drooping, this has been too much for him. But as I take the next seat, doing battle with my dress for space, he takes my hand between his, cracking into a smile. In a voice as withered as his frame, "Congratulations, Princess. I always knew you'd do it."