Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

“…is uncle Rafe.” The boys look at each other, rage and horror on their faces. Ian spells it out. “If neither of the five fallen Betas is uncle Rafe, and none of the six we saw back there are him either…” His voice fades off as he shakes his head. “Then,” Alvins says, angry and confused. “Where is Uncle Rafe?” “He is cheating,” Ian growls, rage lighting his eyes. “What a snake.” “Come on,” Alvin says, starting to climb down the tree. “We have to go tell papa!”

Mary said, getting to her feet and heading to the door. “Yes, son, go on,” Anthony said, cutting out a piece of meat. “Hey, guys! Look who it is!” “Uncle Ian!” Megan screamed, springing to her feet and then jumped on the man. “Easy there, kid.” The man said, then gently dropped her on the floor. “I came bearing gifts.” “Hey, Uncle Ian.” Liam greeted unenthusiastically. “What up, Liam?” After the exchange of pleasantries, their uncle Ian sat by the table and enjoyed dinner with them.

Uncle Grant had ordered takeout for me, and the delivery had arrived just now. After my parents passed away, not only had Uncle Grant paid for my studies, but he had also always worried I might not be eating well. That was why he would buy me good food every few days. He was the closest person I had in this world. Yet, I had almost crossed that line with him just now. I hugged my knees as I sat on the couch, staring into nothing. His reaction to me earlier had clearly been a man's reaction to a woman. How was I supposed to face Uncle Grant after this?

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

I: . Luke was still there, wearing a subtle smile. Trying to act casual, I returned the book to its shelf. "I grabbed the wrong one." “Jen, Uncle's leaving. Let's walk him out," Ian suggested. "He lives next door." Just a few steps away. "I just want some fresh air," Ian looked at me hopefully. Happy to grant his request, I ruffled his hair. "Alright, let's go." "Let's take Goofy and Doggo too."

Ian pov I couldn't fathom the gravity of the situation unfolding before me. "Come on, this can't be happening, Uncle," I implored, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain my composure. "After all these years, you're actually here for the property?" Uncle Brown's eyes narrowed, transforming his once familiar face into a mask of cold calculation. “The property was merely a means to an end, Ian,” he sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Your father’s company was supposed to be mine—the rightful inheritance that was stolen from me. I’ll stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully mine.”

"It means you'll always have more people who love you. But I'm your father, Luca. You and Mia…you're my everything.” Luca looked up at him and furrowed his little brow as the meaning of Rafael's words digested. "But Uncle Alex takes care of us. Is he not our daddy too?" Mia stared at them, clutching her stuffed animal tightly. "Uncle Alex is fun…is he still our daddy?"

“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.”

“Kiddos, now.... We’ll go home, okay? I missed you all so much. What if I take you all to Disneyland? I’ve booked a flight for the evening. Just me and my babies. Excited?” The children's eyes lit up, their excitement bubbling. They were ready to agree, but Ian hesitated. “Mumma… what about Dadda? And…” His finger pointed toward Michael, his voice faltering. He didn’t even know what to call him anymore. Damon seized the moment. “Uncle Nic. Did you forget what Dadda said? He’s my brother. Call him Uncle Nic.” Davina’s fists clenched tighter. Rage simmered beneath her skin, but she swallowed it down. She couldn’t explode in front of her children. Not now.

James staggered home his body reeking of alcohol, movements unstable. The image of what happened few hours ago had been on replay on his mind, he didn't want to believe Clara got with his uncle. He tried walking forward but the lights turned on and Annie came into view. She was in a night robe her hair in a neat bun and her face makeup free. She walked up to him her face ugly in a frown, “ such a disgrace,coming home this late and reeking of alcohol. If the media caught a wimp of it do you think the sterling group won't get affected?”