Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

Amelia looked up and saw it really was their mom, but her eyes were drawn to someone else. “Adrian, see, Daddy two," Amelia whispered to her brother. Adrian was puzzled as his small brow furrowed together, turning to look at his sister as he said, “That is Uncle Ian." Amelia shook her head and said, “No, silly, not Uncle Ian!" mimicking their mother. Adrian turned to look at the TV again, now focusing on the man beside his mom and not Ian. His small lips pulled up in a grin as he nodded to say, “Yes, I agree!”

"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.

Evelyn: For your kind information, you aren't my Bro. Ian is my cousin and my friend too. We are of the same age but he always made me call him 'Bro' as it gives him the feeling of big brother. He is a single child and was always desperate for a younger sister so that's why he literally forces me to call him 'Bro'. Ian: You little brat. You have become too naughty. I think I should talk to Uncle and tell them that his genius daughter whom he always brags about had turned into a notorious kid.

he questioned, annoyance dancing in his tone. I lowered my eyes, staring down at my white-painted toes. I hear a low chuckle from one of my uncles. "She does, she's a feisty one I guess you know how to maintain her Lucifer." My uncle Ian teased. Uncle Ian has never been as harsh towards me as Greg and Anatol have. He normally minds his own business. As long as I don't interfere with anything that involves him. I'll be on his good side. Lucifer turned back to me. I felt his stare even though I didn't dare to look at him.

"Ian?" Silence. "Ian, if you don't come out now, I am calling uncle Damon. Then Misha will be with uncle Damon all the time again and you are going to keep whining." The very next second a frowning little boy with a three years old girl holding his hand appeared before me. The girl was giggling. "You always threaten me." Ian pouted, "I was playing with Misha. Uncle Damon won't let me play with her when he returns." I laughed, and bent down, picking him up by his arms and lifting him up off the ground to place him on the kitchen counter, "Aw, did I make you unhappy?"

Ian said his voice sounding haunted and she turned around to hug her brother. “She’s going to be okay,” Aira said and he nodded. “She is…” he said with a small smile as he pulled back. “Did you tell uncle?” She asked, “He’s at an exhibition in Paris, he said that he will come as soon ad he finds a flight,” Ian responded. “I guess we should assume that he wouldn’t have the time to call Paul,” she told him with a worried sigh, “I guess,” Ian said pulling his phone out. “Don’t, I will call him,” Aira said pulling her own phone, “You’ve delivered enough bad news for today,” she told him and he gave her a grateful smile before she stood up to leave.

I chuckled and stood up to attend to the person despite the maids. “Please don't take your Ice cream Lilia, I want to have a taste by stealing it,” Ian whined and her sister nodded as if it was planned. “Yes, yours would be sweeter because you added some powdery flavor to it. Isn't it Dad? You said it's for ice cream.” I froze at that moment and stared at my uncle whose reaction was slowly connecting the dots. “Powder flavor?” I almost choked and he didn't say a word, nor looked at me until I pushed the plate of ice to the kids and he kicked it off with a very mighty strength sending the ice to the ground as it melted.

None of them suspected that this is not an accident but was orchestrated by Cathy who was jealous of Sierra. On the second floor deck, Adam was sitting near the bar table with his eyes wide and twinkling with awe. Claire has been looking at him for the past half an hour. His expression didn't change, and she had enough. "Adam, what is wrong with you?" she demanded while waving her palm infront of his face. He caught her hand and looked at her while simultaneously a wide grin started to form on his lips. "Claire, your uncle actually praised me. Can you believe that?" he whispered, as if he is still unable to believe it himself.