Uncle Cool Manga Novels & Stories

Vienna look at us and Ally give her an assuring gaze before walking away. The man was standing there with a clipboard and a pen stuck behind his ear. He looked like a fun Uncle. His slightly bald head contained spots of pepper and salt hair here and there. He was fit and muscular too. "Uncle Bruno!" Ally threw herself around him and the man, Uncle Bruno groaned. "Get off me, you dimwit." The man groaned. I chuckled at the nickname. Ally pulled away and looked at me. "Ana, this is my good-looking uncle. Uncle Bruno is the coolest Uncle in the world. Uncle, this is Ana, Alice, and Lianne."

"Alright, fine. Have it your way. My name is Emilio Moreno. Happy now?" "Emilio Moreno." I rolled the name over in my tongue. It didn't sound so bad. "Not nice to meet you, Emilio." "Ha. Ha. Ha." He muttered. "Now, answer my question. Who is Dante to you?" I stared at him for a while, taking a deep breath and speaking up. "He's just my Uncle. There, you have it." "Uncle? You two looked closer than that."

If sleeping with his uncle wouldn’t work, then I’ll be the one to decide that. I wonder what he would look like when he knows that it’s none other than his uncle who claimed my body?

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.

“He… he actually tried to hit on you! After our old grandpa literally kicked your doors down!” Every time I looked at the coffin of Aquila,the grand ‘gift’ my uncle had presented like a bouquet of flowers—I lost it all over again. The sisters were vibrating with ancient rage, but they were completely powerless against the one thing they couldn’t fight: two teenage girls who had officially lost their minds. I finally wiped my tears, then I heard my uncle snorting. “Hey kids, I’m not that bad at flirting you know. I still got it,” he said, puffing out his chest. “If given more time, I’m sure Ennoia…”

He replied. This time, I ensured that he didn’t remember me. So I baldly sent a picture of mine and waited anxiously. 「Wanna F?」I added. We were accustomed to use F to stand for Fuck. That was the popular style I learned from my cousin Karen, who was one of my Ex-boyfriend Fletcher’s friends of benefits. 「Hmm.」He only replied such a confusing message first, but then another message followed, 「Pretty hot, but sorry I don’t fuck my nephew’s girl.:)」He even sent me an emoji of a smiling face.

Kimberly stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door shut with a deafening BANG. Hands jammed firmly onto her waist, she began furiously pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor. “What is wrong with this Finnick Kruger?!” she fumed aloud to her empty room. “I’ve read dozens of trope-heavy web novels, and what kind of ‘uncle’ character doesn’t ruthlessly fight and scheme to steal his nephew’s girl? I’m literally trapped inside a romance book, so why on earth is Finnick Kruger being so ridiculously principled?!”

Hell would be waiting for me if I did. " what's funny Mona." Mark's voice boomed in the car. "Nothing" I giggled more. He just shook his head. "You like what you see huh?" he smirked at me. My face flushed. It was embarrassing that he saw me checking his dick print. His dick for crying out loud but he knew very well wearing such would show his assets. " Well it's a pretty sight don't you think?" I giggled once more. Shock radiant on my body. What has gotten into me? He is my uncle and should remain one but what could one flirting scene cause.

Izzy asked excitedly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. “Well, more like a hotel and resort, my uncle owns the place…” Carl replied, which made Izzy even more nervous. “Carl, is this Uncle S.A. or Uncle S.S. the one you keep talking about, is he old?” Izzy couldn’t help but ask, as they were getting into the car waiting for them at the airport. “No, he’s still young, probably around 34 or 35, why?” The anxiety that had troubled Izzy earlier intensified, mixing with fear and concern.

I was going to die here—forgotten, unloved, nothing but a name on a list of casualties. The sound came again, closer this time. Heavy footsteps. A low growl vibrated through the floor beneath me. I didn’t even lift my head. Hope was dangerous. But then—movement. A shadow. Uncle filled the mouth of the cave like he was carved from the shadows themselves, eyes wild, hair damp with sweat, his chest heaving. And behind him, Marco—sword drawn, scanning every corner as if daring anything to come closer. The scene was too sharp to be a dream but too impossible to be real.