Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

They were close. I was grateful that they were willing to assist me. Even though I was nervous, I tried to remain calm as I stepped into the grand and luxurious lobby of Wilder Group. Everything there looked incredibly expensive. Just by looking at the company building, I could already tell that Summer’s uncle was extremely wealthy. He probably had enough assets to last for generations. Wait, what was his name again? I had forgotten it. Kai Wilder Reyes? I wondered what he looked like. He must be an impressive man. But Summer had warned me that he had a terrible temper.

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.

"I don't want to live anymore! My niece is driving me to death! My son is a manager at a major corporation! I'll have him expose all of you to the press!" Ian merely raised an eyebrow, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. "Hello, Mr. Powell? It's Ian Lowe."

“Who is it?” “It’s auntie Nancy, little man. Open up!” Nancy knocked again with a grin drawn on her face. “Auntie!” Ian jumped in her arms, sobbing louder than before. “What’s wrong, Ian? Is Stella fine?” Nancy furrowed her eyebrows. “Uncle John just kidnapped mommy.” Nancy kneeled down, cupping Ian’s cheeks between her hands. “Calm down now. I’m here.” She swiped his tears with her thumbs. “I’ll call your father.”

Everyone immediately stopped talking when they saw both of us make our way into the space. It was as if they never expected that the demon Prince could show up. Adrian was the most shocked. "I thought you said your uncle wouldn't show? What is he doing here?" Camilla cried. Despite my constant tremors from getting drenched in the rain, I lifted my head high and stared straight ahead. Perhaps, I could survive this after all. Perhaps I could succeed at taming the Demon Prince. Perhaps the rumors were all lies to mislead people. There were too many 'perhaps' in my head and I was desperately hoping that they could all be true. I had bad luck with these types of things but I still hoped.

Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown. She began to rant childishly. “Why are you being so ridiculously stubborn, Uncle?! I already told you, Theo and I are nothing! Weren’t you the one lecturing everyone that those who enjoy the Kruger family’s wealth must contribute to the Kruger family? So where is your grand contribution, huh? As the supreme ruler of the Kruger empire, where is your sense of duty? Where is your conviction?!” Finnick looked down at her slender hands gripping his sleeve, then raised his eyes to meet hers.

'Here is your avocados, I picked the best for you"' 'As always uncle, you are the best!' 'Stop joking with me. Even if you praise me hundred of times you will never have another discount for today.' 'Is there discount tomorrow then?' 'Hah, you brat' 'Just kidding' And so before he leave he did the same. 'Keep the change' They both said in unison making Ian laugh 'Btw, tell Ien my greetings' The old man said as he smiled and wave Ian a goodbye. And by that, he went to the hospital where his brother is admitted.

Ian was left alone to fend for himself through all the anguish of not only losing his baby sister, but his mother as well. He is one of the strongest people I know physically and emotionally. At times I believe that's why he always cracks jokes, as his way of brushing any feelings away. " Hey Artic! Do you know what kind of underwear clouds wear?" I chuckle lightly as I say " No, I do not know what kind of underwear clouds wear, Ian." "Thunder wear!" He says in a rumbling voice, before laughing and myself as well. But then again, I think Ian enjoys telling cheesey jokes! He's completely and utterly the biggest dork! " Ian, you are the cheesiest person in the universe!" "And you, love ever

she shrieked. “I'm almost thirty years old and I don't need you dictating my love life and Anya is NOT carrying my pup nor is Sadie a trollop,” Ian growled forcefully making his mom fall back a step or two. Standing there observing the shit show my eyes caught movement and a man who I instantly felt was the king came stepping into the room. I lowered my eyes and head instinctively but noticed Ian stood up straighter. “Father, I want you to meet my marked mate, Sadie Sterling,” he said firmly.

I exchanged glances with Ivan, arching my brows in question as I picked up the gun. “My uncle wants you dead by the end of today.” He announced. My head spun around, trying to process his words. He had just an uncle, and that man was Ivan’s father, Jorge Hernandez. “My father wants him dead?” Ivan repeated in shock, shaking his head in denial. “Yes, he hates Tiano, but till the point of death?” He shook his head violently, waving his words off. So trusting. After watching his father's actions during his three weeks of coma, I knew he was a bigger devil than I was.