The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

“Unless, of course, you’re hoping your dear uncle will swoop in and buy you the grades you need.” Her words made me stiffen for a second, heat crawling to my cheeks. If she only knew the kind of trouble my “dear uncle” had already put my heart through. I rolled my eyes at Rose’s smirk and shook my head. “My uncle will never do that. He’s the type who believes in working hard for everything. And as for passing…” I flicked my hair dramatically over my shoulder. “…I’ll definitely ace. But only because you’ll be with me every step of the way.”

his uncle asked again. Abigail turned and smiled slyly at her uncle. "I don't want to surpass you, Uncle," she said mockingly. "I'm afraid you'll suffer from being the only old bachelor in Grandma's family." The girl then poured the onions into the pan, accompanied by the sizzling sound of oil. "Besides, I still want to be a single bridesmaid. Moreover, I'm not ready to be tied to anyone," she replied while stirring her dish, creating an enticing aroma.

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

Everything was ready. After about an hour, the birthday girl still wasn't here. Uncle grabbed his phone and dialed her number. "Honey, are you almost home?" He asked as he held the phone to his left ear. It's still so absurd as to how I accused him of cheating on his wife because of my amebo spirit. It felt like a long while ago but it was only this morning. "Okay love." He said a few moments later and hung up. "She'll be here in ten minutes!" Uncle hollered making everyone scramble to their hiding spots inside the house chattering loudly and laughing. The DJ also turned down the volume and hid as quietly as he could in the courtyard.

I could listen to it all day. “ Y-yes,” I say quickly. “ And no. I used to visit my uncle’s farm during the holidays, but I just moved here permanently.” He studies me with an intensity that makes my heart pound harder. It feels like he’s memorizing every word I say. “ Who’s your uncle?” he asks, stepping closer again. “ Buck,” I reply, swallowing hard. “ Uncle Buck.” Recognition flashes across his face. “ Ah. I know Buck. Good man.” He’s standing so close now I can smell him — a warm, woo-dish scent that reminds me of the forest after rain. My pulse races.

"Sweetheart, I never stalked you. I collected information about you." "Same thing," I crossed my arms blankly. "That Uncle of yours," He paused, "never gave away he belonged to a rich household." Right. Low-key, lazy, unpredictable. "He's... Maximus Leinster," We spoke it in unison. That's Uncle for you. I exhaled a breath and waved a hand in dismay, letting out a 'forget it' before turning to him, "What's next?" "I have a wedding gift for you." "It's a fake marriage. You don't-" Before I could continue further, he tapped on his mahogany desk.

Then came the sweets — the moment that always made her heart swell. One little boy hugged her tightly around the neck and whispered, “Thank you, Aunty.” Kira’s heart ached softly. “You’re welcome, my love,” she said, her voice gentle. For a while, she forgot her loneliness completely. She played with them, listened to their stories, and laughed until the ache inside her chest felt smaller. It was peace. The kind she hadn’t felt in so long. The sunset poured through the orphanage windows, painting her hair gold, softening the lines of her face. The sound of children’s laughter filled the air like music.

Feeling much better, Irene was about to tell Roma to take the kids back to their apartment when suddenly she noticed Ellaine holding a candie in her hand. Staying silent for a moment Irene asked in a gentle voice, "Ella, my dear. Who gave you the candy?" "Ahh, this? An uncle gave me this." "Uncle? What uncle? My child, we don't know anyone's true color. Far more, we are new in this city how can you find an uncle here? I told you to never accept candies from strangers, didn't I?" "Mommy, it's an angel uncle." As Ellaine insisted Irene narrowed her eyebrows. "What angel?"

Elmer asked Olaf. “Olaf Docarlo! What's uncle's name?” Olaf asked back with a friendly smile. “Elmer Santonio!” The two of them shook hands and smiled sweetly. The middle-aged maid, who had not seen Elmer smile for a long time, felt happy. "I'll excuse myself, sir," the middle-aged maid said goodbye, to which Elmer nodded. Not long after, Belva came out looking a little embarrassed. “Uncle don't you have women's trousers or something? "It's very short," said Belva, making Elmer stare closely at Belva's very, very sexy appearance wearing a big white shirt with shorts.