Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

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.

After dinner, Eudora pulled me aside in the kitchen. "This is weird," she said. "So weird." "But also kind of okay?" She handed me a dish to dry. "I mean, watching you and Dad together is still strange but I can see how happy he is." "I make him happy?" "You make him laugh." She smiled. "I haven't heard him really laugh since Mom died. That counts for something." We were interrupted by the doorbell. Trenton frowned. "I'm not expecting anyone." He went to answer it and I heard his voice turn cold.

she assured him. Until then, she used to think that her uncle was strict and cold. But today she is understanding that he is far better than anyone present in that party. He never judges a person by their status. And at that moment, she felt overwhelming respect for Xavier. As if materialising from her thoughts, Xavier and Sierra walked in at that moment, hand in hand. "Uncle, Si" Claire rushed to greet them, closely followed by Adam. Claire hugged both Xavier and Sierra, one with each hand.

Of all the crazy things that could happen, how did I end up sleeping with my best friend’s uncle? "Oh, and him... I assume you already know him, right?" Willem glanced at Kai, who was now standing beside him. "He’s Kai Wilder Reyes. Summer’s uncle. My best friend." My mouth went dry, and even my hands felt numb. My world crumbled as my head spun. Kai extended his hand toward me, a wicked smirk on his lips. "So, Miss Rosendale," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "It seems you enjoy asking for my help, don’t you?"

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.