Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t think that! How long have we known each other? You and my cousin grew up together, and you helped out the Carter family when they were in trouble!” As soon as Nicole turned the corner, she figured out this man’s relationship with her. Nicole and Ian grew up together. This man in front of her called Ian his cousin. It turned out that this man was Riley, Ian’s Aunt Claire’s son. Riley was an uneducated, opportunistic punk. He was annoying since childhood, and he was still the same as an adult. Nicole lifted her eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched. “Your cousin didn’t come?”

I immediately averted my gaze, staring down at my newly painted toes, hoping to disappear into oblivion. But to my surprise, Uncle Ian let out a low chuckle, breaking the uneasy silence. "Don't be fooled by her quiet demeanour, Saint," he teased, his playful tone in stark contrast to Saint's severity. "She talks enough to give us all a headache. You'll see, once she gets comfortable with you." Compared to Greg and Anatol, Uncle Ian rarely shows me a tough side. Usually, he keeps to himself and doesn't bother with me as long as I don't meddle in his affairs. Keeping a respectful distance from him earns me his favour.

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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.

At around twelve o'clock midnight Eric and Lawrence wanted to go and sleep after helping Tom with some of the funeral arrangements. They wanted to say Goodbye to Evelyn before going. Tom went to the kitchen again to look for his wife. "What do you want uncle?" Anna asked him as he entered. "I am looking for my beautiful wife." "We are busy here, you can't take your wife away." Amanda added. "She will come back we just need to have our private time." "How do you have your private time when we are busy cooking here?"

“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.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

He looked at Simon in the distance and took off his mask. “Uncle?” Simon’s pupils suddenly shrank. He hadn’t expected that it was really his uncle who did it! Despite all the speculation, Simon had been quietly hoping in the heart that Ian would have nothing to do with it. But right now, he couldn’t find any excuse to defend Ian. Simon roared angrily. “What the hell are you doing?!” “Simon, I know I will test your patience this time,” Ian said, looking at Simon grimly. “but even if you hate me or rebuke me, there’s one thing I have to do!”

Just that cold, storm-grey stare that seemed to promise he’d already calculated every possible outcome and still wasn’t worried. “I am your uncle, Derek,” Ares said, each word slow and heavy, like a warning wrapped in velvet. “Edward Callahan’s son. The heir to the Callahan Empire. And I’m going to take care of the Callahan empire—every last piece of it. Protect it. Fix what’s broken. Make damn sure it doesn’t rot from the inside.” Then his gaze slid over to me. It wasn’t a glance. It was a look. Intense. Piercing.