Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

We got into the car and the chauffeur drove us home, the witch was saying stuff about modeling and something of a sort, countlessly coming in between my conversation with uncle X. If looks could kill, she definitely would have been dead by now, I sent her deadly glares all through. Wishing she would return to wherever she came from. I wore my uniform to welcome my sweetheart. When we got home, I hurriedly changed into casual clothings. I found something simple to wear, a T-shirt and some shorts, which fitted me perfectly. I descended down the stairs to have lunch with my sweetheart. He was already sitting at the table, with the witch he called his fiancée. They were chatting about something

he said, but my mind was on what he almost said. “Jade, do you know something about your uncle that I don’t?” “What no,” he nervously chuckled and took a sip of his drink. We were at the bar, and I was telling him about my earlier fight with his uncle and Sophia being with my son. “But wait, do you think they used me as a surrogate? Maybe they failed to get a second child; why else will your uncle marry me in an instant?” I can’t believe I said that out loud. “I honestly don’t know Jess; just be careful, okay,” he said as he tried to reach for my hands, and again I moved away and took a sip on my drink.

And yet his expression was pure venom, hatred, and disbelief all at once. “She belongs to me now,” the voice continued. “Because she has trespassed my lands.” I hesitated, curiosity fighting panic. Who could command such authority, enough to halt Leonard Amari himself? The figure was imposing, cloaked in shadow, yet unmistakable. “Draven Amari?” I whispered, stunned. The man who had just saved me from Leonard’s grasp. Leonard’s uncle—the same Draven banished decades ago. Why? Since being mated to Leonard, I had been his enemy too, or so I believed. We had crossed paths in schemes, plots, and betrayals. And yet here he was, intervening, saving me from the very man I had once joined hands to c

’ The words popped up in her head. ‘How many other lies will you tell to cover this first one?’ But how do you tell your friend that you married your ex-fiance’s uncle barely a day after he left you at the altar?? All because…? What? ‘I'll tell her, I'll tell her,’ Lyra chanted internally. She just needed some more time to process it herself. “Thanks,” Lyra beamed. “Let's swap with your orange tee I said I liked last time.” “Okay, deal!” Daphne grinned, locking her arm with Lyra’s and they walked into the mall.

I explained. “Yes, and I know you have a hard time letting people in, but I believe that with some time, you and the king will be very happy together.” “You seem so sure,” I said. “You know, your uncle was quite the charmer when we were younger,” she told me. “Oh?” “Yeah, so many women…” I heard a low growl in my aunt’s voice. “And I actually had a boyfriend before I met your uncle.” “You did?” I asked, shocked.

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

" I explained briefly. Maya still looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. "Or…have you resigned from that? No, it's okay if you don't do that anymore. I.... "Name who?" She cuts in. A broad smile took over my face. "My uncle... his..." I gulped so hard before I could pronounce the word. "His wife. I need you to take him away until she has no choice." "Why? You want her to be yours?" She smiled, knowing that I must be guilty of something.

After I left, the manager couldn’t help but sigh, “What a pity. The former champion, Miss Sable, is also competing. I was really looking forward to seeing which of these two similar fighters would shine brighter.” Three days later, I received a call from my adoptive mother, Melita. "Do you want to come back for a visit? Your uncle is here." I hadn’t told my adoptive parents about my divorce, considering their age and health. The remote village where they lived felt like a hidden paradise, completely unaware of the chaos online. The "uncle" Melita mentioned was, of course, Dominic Blackwood. But what on earth was that man doing in their village?! A warning bell rang in my mind. "Mom, I’ll be