Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

The unlucky fellow dropped dead without a person to mourn him. "Dirty," Ian said, wiping off a bit of blood that found its way to his face. "What a waste of time! If I knew it was gonna end up like this I would have sent one of you fools instead" Ian soliloquised. "..." "Ugh, Clean this mess up!" He ordered one of the 'Shadow walkers'. "Un-uncle?" The girl stood at the door with teary eyes. "Ah~" He hadn't paid attention to her presence.

Ethan said. Ian looked up at him trying to make sense of his words. “What are you trying to say?” He asked shakily. "Her uncle ordered money make life gang to kill them so he could take over the inheritance.” Ethan answered. Anger crashed over Ian and he clenched his fists. “Who is this uncle?” "You know him...” Ethan paused. Ian screwed up his face. He was confused. He has never discussed Ria’s family and he was sure that he doesn’t know anyone from her side.

"Hi! Handsome Uncle Jared!" Indeed, daughters would always be Daddy's sweetheart. Jared's darkened expression softened instantly. "Hello. Even if you call me uncle, it sounds so nice." How could Jared still be unhappy? Nicole was a little awkward, looking at Jared's behavior. 'Why is he so happy when she called him uncle?' Putting her thoughts aside, Nicole asked Lana, "Lana, How did you come here? Who brought you here?" "Uncle Ian!" Lana pointed in the door's direction. Ian was waiting at the entrance.

Ivan asked. “Shut up your mouth bastards. I had to wake up in the middle of the night to treat his new found uncle, Uncle Jason whom they almost killed with their unbearable character. He promised to give my family a certain business but up to now there is nothing.”

At that moment, the garden was filled with the cheerful sounds and laughter of kids playing. Meanwhile, Nate had just arrived at the manor when he saw a tall silhouette in the garden. "Why aren't you heading in, Uncle Ian?" He was surprised to see Ian's gloomy and lonely figure. He had heard gossip from Bailey, his sister, about Ian and Eunice's divorce. It wasn't that he'd actively sought information from her, but whether he replied to her or not, she'd kept sending him messages about their relationship. Truth be told, he'd surprised that Eunice, whom he'd gone to college with, had become his aunt.

The boy who once laughed with me under starlit skies now looked like a stranger wearing his face. Julian unrolled the scroll. The parchment crackled loudly in the heavy silence. “Commander Vane’s blood was found under your nails,” he said, voice flat and cold. “In your quarters. On the silver hairpin hidden beneath your mattress, the one used to slit his throat.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “I didn’t kill him. I swear it.” The side doors creaked open. Elara and Silas entered, my chosen family, the two people I would have died for without hesitation.

“Fair enough. But why would you want to go home now and couldn’t it be just tomorrow?” I shook my head. “My uncle just visited me. And he is waiting outside my apartment.” He raised a brow at me. “Uncle? Really?” Ian scoffed. “What’s his name?” “Rex.” “Hmm. Sounds shady,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You know what? I’ll just book an online cab. I won’t bother you again—” “Hey, wait!” Ian chased me. Hah! This man is getting on my nerves right now. Like he has the guts to make me feel guilty! Well, even though I should be. But he is in no position to put me in that way!

I knew what they must be feeling right now, lonely. Ian had no siblings or relatives. His parents were loaded with money and they were always traveling around the world. And Robert, well, he was going to rescue one of the two people he had left in this world. The other one was being too stubborn to even say goodbye to him. I hoped Irena would shake some sense into her the way I couldn’t. I came over and tapped my hands on one of their shoulders as I said firmly “Come back in one piece ok?” “That’s the plan” said Ian with a smile.

It felt familiar, almost nostalgic. Cassian was waiting near the steps, his easy grin breaking across his face when he spotted the stroller. “There they are! My favorite nephews.” August blinked at him, unimpressed, while Ian squealed and waved a chubby hand in greeting. Cassian laughed, unbothered, and bent to tickle his foot until both of them were giggling. “Still no love for your uncle, huh?” he said, mock-offended. “Give it another six months,” I teased softly. “They’ll be running from you for real by then.”

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—