Uncle Daddy Novels & Stories

I take her in my arms and said "Nick is not your Daddy dear .he is your uncle. Do not call him that ever or else he will never gonna meet you again." " no-no. I want to meet daddy." I start scolding her " Richie .what is wrong with you. he is not your daddy .you don't have a father .you understood?" She starts crying and said " my all friends have daddy .why don't I have one? their daddy gives them chocolate and gifts. Nick's uncle is also giving me those so call him daddy .who makes me happy when he arrived I feel good .my friends told me that so, he is the daddy!"

“I’m so happy for you. Did you say Uncle?” He slapped my back just as the clock started chiming. “Of course! You’re my brother in everything but blood. So it’s you. Grumpy Uncle Maddox. I’ve already decided you’re going to be Grumpy Uncle. Miserable Bastard Uncle when they’re a bit older.” “Fuck off, I’ll be the Cool Uncle, I mean, look at me,” I gestured and while the clock chimed we shared another tight, clinch of a hug. “Fucking love you man,” I whispered into his ear. “Don’t forget that.”

Whiskey daddy vs candy daddy. He hoists her with an arm around her waist, then unzips his pants with expert moves and pulls it down along with his boxer. He grabs his cock with one hand. “Are you ready, bella?” He asks and grinds the head of his cock on Candace’s soaked folds. “Whoa?!” Candace pushes his shoulders. “Condom!” He huffs with annoyance. “Do we have to?” He asks and pushes his cock between her folds more. Candace jumps on his lap with shock. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

I heard the door and seconds later, he was walking back to me. “Hear that, sweetie? There's a fucking target on your head,” he snorted as he unwrapped my mouth. “You fucking bastard! You're the one they're after!” I growled in between coughs and gasps. “Wanna go out there and test that theory?” He smirked. “Fuck you!” “Language, sweetheart. I'm still your uncle,” he scolded with a smug smile. “I'll tell you what sweetheart, if you stay good, I promise to get you out of here in one piece.”

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

Chapter one mom who did you say is coming for the Easter dinner at grandma " She smiled at me "Ohm your uncle Mark. You know its been long since I had seen him. My baby brother. He was just a tiny little thing when I last saw him." Her eyes lit as she recalled his baby form. " He was so little yet so handsome just like you. dad, like his dad." She swayed to the other side of the room and I managed to catch glimpse of her tear. Briskly she wiped it off and smiled.

My body tilted and I turned for the counter, nearly dropping the ice cream as I jolted up fiercely in response to the unexpected shock I was ambushed by. I was facing the owner of the otherwordly eyes I have been feeling on me and it was none other than my supposed uncle. The Devil's brother reminded me too much of him, the way he just stood there, both hands tucked into his suit pants pockets, boring his unblinking eyes into me, silently monitoring me in the creepiest way- his manners were identical to the Devil's. The feelings he provoked out of me with his strange behaviour and fascination with me were just as strong as those my father gave me.

He looked like a man who was winning his war. As the front door closed, Finn looked up from his pancakes. "Mommy, is Uncle Eric going to be my new Daddy?" The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been dreading this. How do you explain the complexities of the past to a five-year-old? "Do you want him to be your daddy?" I asked, gauging his reaction. "I like Uncle Eric. I wouldn't mind," he said simply, taking a big bite of food. I took a deep breath. "Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum."

“Always.” I walked to the door. Then she spoke again. “You really didn’t mind the Uncle thing.” I paused with my hand on the handle. “Mind is a strong word.” “You know what I mean.” I turned slightly. “She said it like it made sense.” “Maybe it does.” “Cole.” “Relax,” I said. “I’m not asking her to call me Dad.” Her expression softened a little. “Good.” “Uncle’s a promotion anyway.” “From what?”