Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

As if we were in sync, his smile faded quickly, leaving his mouth agape and his eyes wide with shock when he saw me. "I-Ivy?" He stammered, clearly taken aback. "What are you doing here?" Jane frowned, her face flushing red at the mention of my name. She stepped forward to correct him. "Mr. Leon, I'm sorry, but this is the prince consort. She is your aunt, and you need to accord her some respect!" My excitement grew as I watched Leon’s stunned reaction to Jane’s correction. He looked as if he had been punched in the gut, lost in disbelief.

After that, I kept myself busy with a lot of work. Obviously, I was still a stranger to her. Then we met again unexpectedly and, of course, with her drunk. "What's not right, Grace?" I asked her, who still looked confused. Her pair of tiny eyes glanced sharply at me. "Don't you realise that what happened to us was a mistake? You... are the uncle of Jhon, my husband. Do you still think this isn't a mistake?" Grace's voice sounded desperate. She shook her head and covered her face with both hands as if she couldn't believe all this was happening to us. She looked very frustrated, and I was eager to tease her.

Jasmine’s cheeks tinged red with embarrassment. Shit. Why did he have to remember her? And why did he also have to be Jason’s uncle? “Uh…” she stuttered as she tried to come up with a response. But before she could, Jason’s parents, Richard and Laura Wayne, approached the scene, having been alerted by his outburst. They shared displeased glances with each other as they saw Asher, but hid it with fake smiles. “Asher, little brother, you finally decided to return after being away for so long,” Richard acknowledged in a fake cheery voice. “What’s it been…seven years?”

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

“Oh, my goodness. This needs us to go to the Jacuzzi. I want you to tell me all the details.” “Are you not listening to me? I can’t go out on a date.” “Uncle, that’s not fair.” “Why am I not surprised?” he exhales. “I need you to submit the reports about the court cases, and that’s final.” He storms out of the room. “Who is your date?” Linda asks as if her uncle didn’t walk out of the room like he wanted to throw something against the wall. “Nam Ji-Hwan.” “No!” she gasps. Her hands are on her cheeks, and her eyes are as wide as plates; it’s almost comical.

I walked in. “Sir.” Kai bowed his head. “Boss is taking a…” “Brother.” Ian stepped out with a towel draped around his neck, his face splitting into a wide grin. He closed the space in long strides and pulled me into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around him. “Ian.” “Oh! Is that my favourite nephew?” His eyes caught Reed cowering behind me. “Uncle, I'm your only nephew.” Reed muttered calmly. Ian pulled away from me and lunged toward Reed, dragging him into a bone-crushing hug.

Just anything to get the thoughts of my uncle out of my head. I flipped the next page of my textbook open. My phone rang. I ignored it. I continued reading. It kept buzzing with texts, when I had had enough, I angrily picked it up. Turns out all the texts were from one person — Jared. ‘Aurora, I am at your house.’ ‘Please open up the gate.’ ‘I know your uncle isn't home, I kept tabs on him.’ ‘It's fine if you don't want me to come in, we could go somewhere.’

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

“And why were you closing the door in the first place?” “I– I was–“ Benjamin stuttered, unable to finish his sentence. “Chasing out my visitor?” “No, uncle.” He said through gritted teeth. “I already invited her in. I was going to bring her upstairs before you came down.” I held back a laugh. This was cinematic. It deserved its own book. Ben was trying his hardest not to show how angry he was but it was pretty obvious. Saint just didn’t care. The two men were only ten years apart. It made me wonder how much respect Ben had for his uncle for him to tolerate dating his ex in front of him.