Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart の小説・ストーリー

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.

She hoped to make a good impression on her relatives , not let them think that she was gauche and did not know how to behave . But she was very thankful that Maurice Tredego was staying at the castle ; if he had been going away and leaving her with these strangers she would not have been able to stand it . She would have begged him to take her with him , or failing that , have run away ; she certainly would not have remained where she could sense she was not wanted . And yet , her uncle had been kind and her cousin Margaret perfectly polite . An old man with white hair , dressed in a shabby velveteen coat and a kilt , brought in the tea ; Sir Archibe explained that he was Angus , the piper ,

I couldn't accept what happened to him. “Margaux, I am sorry.” My head turned towards my mother as she spoke. I could even see sadness in her eyes and I know why. Uncle Joe has become her friend before despite what happened to all of them. My uncle fell in love with mom but he sacrificed his feelings to allow my dad to be mated with mom.

There was an older gentleman and an older lady already sitting down. "Uncle Jay... This is my girlfriend Isabella... Isabella this is my uncle Joe and his wife Matilda." He said. "Nice to meet you..." I said with a smile and sat down. "Same here... I love your dress." Matilda. "You mean this old thing?" I said with a smile. "Old or not, you stole everyone's attention with it, I love it. " She said. "Thank you..." I said. "So you are the one that has been keeping my nephew busy?" His uncle asked with a smile.

Our eyes met and I realised it was finally time to go home. I held my hand out to her, and she smiled, taking it as I led her out of there. Things were not over, but we were getting there…. "Well, I'm fucking done with this shit right now, I’m missing my nympho." Uncle said as we walked through the woods, heading out of the witches' territory. The sun was setting, casting soft hues through the trees, a soft breeze blew and one would never imagine that something had happened around here only hours earlier.

On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'." At the sound of John Harlem's name, something inside me snapped like a rubber band, a sudden ache I was powerless to defend against. John was the guy I had loved for years. From the moment I could remember, we had always been together. Back then, I was still the cherished heiress of the Gray family, and he was the boy next door. We spent every day in each other's company, like childhood sweethearts without a care in the world. Even later, when the true heiress Samantha Gray returned and I was cast out, John didn't abandon me. He took me in, sheltered me, and

“You chose him… my uncle.” James stepped forward, shielding Emma with his body. “No, Harry,” he said firmly. “Emma didn’t choose me because I’m your uncle. She chose me because I never treated love like a game.”

He had chosen her sister, laughed in her face, and then forced her into a political marriage with his terrifying uncle, fully expecting Dominic to discard or kill her. And now? Now that she had survived the beast, now that she wore the silver wolf-crest of the Amber Court, now that she stood tall in tailored leather and commanded respect, now he wanted her. Now he claimed the moon goddess had made the right decision, but he made a mistake. It was pathetic. It was a sick, twisted joke born out of an Alpha's bruised ego, unable to handle the fact that the fragile girl he threw away had become a queen. "I'm glad you exiled Ostin. It was truly for the best."

He leans back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, as if his uncle’s accomplishments reflect on him. “Sounds impressive,” I say, keeping my tone light and casual. Inside however, my mind is racing. I finally had a name and some information. “Sinclair? I thought he was your cousin. Why don’t you share the same surname?” Josh shifts uncomfortably. “He’s more of a distant cousin. We’re not that close.” He looks uneasy, so I changed the subject. “What’s he like? What does he look like?”

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."