The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"I used to call him uncle Tom but it has now changed to my dear husband. Alice used to scold me that he is her uncle not mine, I laughed at her because I was calling him honey in secret. Thank you all for traveling from far places to witness our love. Uncle Adam and your family you did so much for me, I owe you a lifetime debt." " Brother Lawrence and your wife you are so amazing. Brother Edwin you are the best cousin, sorry for not telling you my little secret. When it comes to Eric, I am speechless, I love you so much dear brother, you will always be close to my heart. Uncle Tom, you are mine and mine for ever. I love you so much dear husband, may we grow old together."

Surely the girl who'd be his mate would be so lucky, she thought. Cassian's gaze landed on Rosalie, and he stopped. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and they shone brightly. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. Rosalie felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. He’s looking at me, she realized, her heart thundering. He sees the dress. He sees me. But a thought plagued her happiness... He also knew she was an omega. But then, the air temperature plummeted. The crowd parted as a second figure ascended the stairs. He didn't wear white or gold. He was dressed in charcoal black, his presence so heavy and merciless that the cheering died down to a fearful hum. It was the Alpha Uncle

“After a long time, I finally heard something positive.” Frank raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back his skepticism. “Something positive? From Uncle Zach?” “Yes, Frank,” Kiera continued, her voice laced with excitement. “He’s getting married again!” “What?” Frank’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. He blinked, processing the news. Uncle Zach… getting married again? “Yes!” Kiera nodded enthusiastically, enjoying his reaction. “Oh my God! I’m so happy!” Frank said, a smile breaking out across his face. “Zach’s getting married again? That’s amazing! Who’s the lucky girl?”

“I don’t really like smelling other women on you, Kill.” “You smelled them?” I ask. Uncle James and I exchange a meaningful look. “Yeah. Their stink was covering your scent. I like your smell of sandalwood and citrus. Not mixed with some earthy, mushroom-y, swamp odor.” “That’s pretty detailed.” I’m impressed. “Can you point out my scent, Kayleigh?” My uncle asks, curiously. “Bergamot, cinnamon,” she sniffs the air, “and doughnuts?” “Close. Sugar. But you got the other two, correctly.” He tips his imaginary hat to us.

How could I imagine my uncle like that? After all, of course, my uncle already had many lovers. He must have used his handsome face to attract many women as he did earlier on the campus to make Selly hysterical. He's a handsome, well-established, and powerful man, so there must be a lot of women who want him. Ah, that's right. We haven't met for a long time. There are many things I don't know about him. I'm curious about what Uncle Matthew has been doing all this time.

“But Uncle Elliot is so powerful! His presence alone is suffocating. They say he was the pack’s best warrior eight years ago. It’s only right for him to succeed as Alpha!” Countless praises for Elliot reached Nate’s ears, and his face grew darker with every one. He couldn’t accept the fact that the woman who loved him as if he were her entire world had chosen another man. “Lexi, stop this nonsense! You’re supposed to marry me. How could it be my uncle?” Then, as if a sudden idea comforted him, his expression relaxed.

"Did Uncle just call me darling?" "Sweetheart, don't you like that nickname?" Joe asked. "Clara likes it, Uncle!" she replied. Clara, who was initially sad, became enthusiastic. "Get down there! Study hard, and you have to pass with good grades!" Joe encouraged Clara, that's what he had to do. "Yes, Uncle! Oh, can I call you darling, Uncle?" Clara asked. "Sure!" Joe nodded and felt happy seeing Clara's smile. "I'm going down now!" Clara said.

It mesmerized him. He had never seen her this happy. His eyes were transfixed on Marissa the entire time making him stand still on his feet, and it was only broken when his niece came to hug him and dragged him towards her dance instructor. “Marissa, this is my favorite Uncle Cameron, and Uncle Cameron, this is one of the best dancers, Marissa.” “I am your only Uncle Brook.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled his niece’s hair. “Only for a few months until Aunt Jenny marries.” She murmured, hoping that her uncle wouldn’t hear, but much to her dismay, he heard each and every word.

Nicole whispered the words to her ear, swaying her body as she danced in the kitchen, in a typical kind of way, she loved, absolutely loved her Uncle Sky's song, he was a musician, ripping out the world with his music, he was her mother's younger brother. Nicole reminded her self for the last time, that she hated the smell of those yucky pancakes, but as much as the smell wavered through her nostrils, she was getting to like them. She flipped the crisp baked round thing on the pan again, and she covered her nose. Hell no, she took back her words, she still hated them.

“LITTLE TREASURE…” “Okay…okay… just asking…. can’t a girl ask?” “Going. Someone coming.” The screen went pitch black. “How are you going to convince Uncle Neil?” Marcus twisted his lips as he thought about the temperamental, weirdo uncle who loved to hold on to his grudges. He should have heard about big treasure going with Daniel. “With my cuteness... of course…” Emm blinked as though it was a no-brainer. “Hur….hur….hur….”