Uncle Daddy Novels & Stories

He simply comes up behind me and rests both hands on my belly, chin on my shoulder. “They’re going to love this room,” he murmurs. “I hope so.” “They will. And they’ll love their mother even more.” Zavian joins us a few minutes later. The three of us stand together in the completed nursery, looking at the space we built. No one rushes to fill the silence. It is enough to be here, surrounded by the evidence of the future we are making. Evenings have become my favorite part of the day.

Lyra’s POV I was ten when the world lost its color. Alpha Julian was the man who became my father after he found me shivering in the Whispering Woods. I was five, but he didn’t see a stray orphan. He saw a daughter. He gave me a name, a home, and fierce, protective love that felt like armor against the entire world. Then the Great Northern Skirmish took him from me. I was ten. The light in our house dimmed forever.

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

I said to her, and I brought out my phone from my pocket. "What uncle?" Mammy Julianna suddenly glared, she was frowning at me. "I meant uncle Houston!" I smiled but Mammy Julianna still kept a face of disgust at him as she sprang to her feet. "Never! Never call that disgusting name in my house!" Mammy Julianna yelled warningly, she was now pointing her finger at me. Wait... What's wrong? "Mammy Julianna, what's wrong?" I intensely ask. "That man is evil! I forbade you to call him your uncle!" She furiously yelled and I was taken aback.

I threatened him but instead of getting scared, Maclen just laughed at me which annoyed me big time. "What the hell is so funny about your death, Maclen?" I asked him irritated. "Come on, Zuck, I already knew you since when we were still kids and I know that you always want your hands clean as much as possible, and you love how I work which means you're not gonna kick me out of the mafia." Maclen's cocky response and I hate to admit it but everything he said was true. I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible.

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

RUBY "If you and Uncle Wyatt are good now, that means he can be my daddy, can't he, Mommy?" I was stunned at my son's question. He specifically used 'daddy' in his words, meaning he understood how Wyatt stood in our life. Wyatt wasn't merely an uncle to him. I caressed his cheek with my thumb. "Do you want him to be your daddy, hm?" This should have eased my way to explain our future life with Wyatt to him. Still, I found myself surprised at it.

I peeked out to look. At the far end of the hallway, Uncle Nick Wilder was marching toward us with his good-for-nothing son, Anthony Wilder, in tow. Uncle Nick was nothing short of a parasite. Back when Mom was still earning a modest living at the factory, he'd borrowed money from her under every excuse imaginable and never paid a cent back. Later, when Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, Mom had gone to Uncle Nick in desperation. She had even gotten down on her knees outside his house and begged, but he never opened the door. Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit.

“Not Daddy? Why did you call him Uncle Donald?” “I did?” “Yes,” he frowned. “Just now. He’s not uncle. He’s Daddy.” “Sweetheart… what if… daddy isn’t your daddy… but your uncle?” “What?” Joshua’s eyes grew wide. “Daddy is not my daddy? Then who is my daddy?” “Well…” “Maybe I should ask Daddy myself. I know Daddy is my daddy. You’re just pulling a big one on me.” “Hey, hold on little one,” I said quickly. “Not so fast. I was actually pulling a big one on you.”

Now, it’s Judas who resides here. I snapped back to reality when Uncle handed me the envelope he had taken out of his drawer. I furrowed my brow in curiosity and took it from him. I peeked inside—there were pictures. Upon seeing the photo of Maddy—Maddox Ventura—my mouth dropped open. How did Uncle know him? Could Maddy also be connected to some illegal business? A whirlwind of questions swirled in my mind. I hesitated, wondering if I should ask Uncle about it or not.