The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

Uncle Tom’s deep, familiar voice filtered through. Her heart gave a little jump. She quickly closed the photo and tossed the phone face-down on the pillow. “Yeah, come in.” The door opened and her favourite uncle stepped inside, holding a tall glass of cold orange juice. At forty-two, Uncle Tom still looked good— broad shoulders, toned arms from occasional weekend workouts, and that warm smile that had always made her feel safe growing up. Today he wore a simple black tank top and grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

Just the picture might have been fine, but there was a large caption in bold letters below it. “THEY ARE UNCLE AND NIECE. SHINGI FUSAYA SHOULD RECONSIDER BEFORE HIRING IMMORAL EMPLOYEES.”

Adriana Jensen ~•~ “You’re living my dream life, Adriana.” I laughed at Sophia’s words. “Your dream life is to go on a trip with your ex and find out he’s cheating on you, so you end up going after his uncle who you’re not sure really likes you but wants to keep you around anyway?” “I don’t mind going through all that as long as the uncle is a handsome rich young man who commands attention wherever he goes.” Saint did command attention wherever he found himself.

It was unheard of till today, I don't remember even his parents recieving an apology from him, what kind of surprising moment is this? Well I'm not that easy to be convinced, I'm sure he wasn't here out of remorse, he had a hidden agenda, and I had no intention of making this easy for him. "Apologies are just words, Jacob," I said coldly, leaning back in my chair. "What do you really want?" Jacob tried his best to put on an act, "Uncle, are you suspecting me? Don't you trust me?" "Jacob, I've seen you for years, I'm your uncle, do you think I really can't see through this facade of yours?' I crossed my arms, "So, put down that act of yours and speak the truth."

Richard put on an adult-like expression as he rubbed his chin, "My uncle bullied you again?" Hazel didn't deny it. "More or less." "Ah, you two are childhood sweethearts, but not deeply in love," Richard sighed deeply. "So just for this reason alone, you must give him gift!" Seeing that Hazel still wanted to object, he quickly added, "A gentleman's words is as good as his bond! Beauty, please set a good example for me as a child?" He coughed, "Besides, you said yesterday that you hadn't given my uncle a gift yet. Don't you regret it at all? My uncle might hate you, and it's very likely that he's still remembering this. If you had given him a gift earlier, maybe your children would be running

When your Uncle Smith was dating me, he called me darling every day. After that, she winked at Uncle Smith. 'Tell me, am I right?' Uncle Smith blushed, but to avoid making his wife angry, he nodded and said, 'Yes, that's what we used to call her.' 'Uncle Smith is so fashionable.' Cassie couldn't think of any words to describe him, so she had to say something shocking. Uncle Smith had never encountered such an awkward situation in his entire life. He could only grab his sleeves and stand rooted to the spot at a loss.

He said, throwing a subtle shade to Ethan, who was on seat. "Ok uncle, and what's that?" "Seduce Tyson Reed, and marry him. That's the only way we can keep such asset." He said, and I gasped. "Is that a joke?" I blurted in shock. "Have you ever seen me hosted a circus?" He replied sarcastically. “Have you lost your mind? How can you ask that of me?" I asked, but a glare from my uncle only shut me up. I knew my uncle could make a deal with a devil because of money, but never in my wildest dreams I would be in leverage too. He didn't mind if he was selling me to a dangerous man, but he just wanted to get Tyson wrapped around his fingers.

At that moment, amidst the uncertainty and the medical concerns, I found solace in his presence, knowing that his love was a constant anchor in my life. “It's so beautiful, Uncle…” I said, gazing out the window at the view of the road lined with trees and lakes scattered throughout. The earthy smell of the countryside brought a soothing calmness to my mind. As we approached the lane leading to our farmhouse, the sky painted in shades of orange from the recent sunset added to the serene atmosphere, filling me with a sense of tranquility. “You will love the surprise,” Uncle said warmly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he brought the car to a gentle stop at the gate of our farmhouse.

"You would never work against me, right? You’d never deceive me." At the sound of his words, I found myself sweating inwardly—not because of the fight that had just happened, but because of his threats. He was my ex-husband’s uncle. I wasn’t sure if he knew that yet, but one thing I knew was that he wouldn’t be happy knowing I deceived him. "There’ll be a family dinner tomorrow… I want you to join me. Not as a mere woman but as my wife." Struck by the sudden threat and now this invitation, I had mixed emotions. Caspian was a dangerous person, someone who could kill without a second thought—and he was also Caleb’s uncle.

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.