Uncle In Spanish Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

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.”

"I saw you with Alaric. He’s certainly taking his new role seriously." "I’m Elara," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m Eleanor Vance. Alaric’s aunt." She looked me over with a clinical interest. "My nephew isn't exactly the nurturing type. I was surprised when I heard he took you in. Usually, Alaric only invests in things that have a guaranteed return." "I’m not an investment," I said. Eleanor tilted her head, a small, knowing smile on her lips. "In Alaric’s world, everything is an investment, dear. The question is, what are you paying him with?"

“Was?." “Yeah, i thought you were the one who had cancelled until I saw your step uncle answer the door and eye me as if he wanted to put a bullet in my head for taking interest in you." I tried to hide my expression of shock but he caught it on time and he laughed. " I knew it." “Knew what?." “That you were fucking your uncle. I saw him climb down your window some time last week, manliest thing I ever saw, the guy worked his way down two stories with his bare hands and feet... I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side."

Hearing that he was half Houston and half Monaco felt new to me; he had never mentioned being a native of Monaco. “So how has it been with my uncle?” Leon continued to taunt me, managing a laugh. “I know he can be a handful sometimes, but can you tell us how you two met? A few months ago, I could have sworn he was a confirmed bachelor.” I felt my stomach grumble in annoyance. This was exactly what Xavier was doing, but Leon was being clever and sly so Casper wouldn’t catch on. Well, I wasn’t entirely surprised; I had always known Leon was very cunning.

Hayden praised him. "Daddy, are grandfather and grandmother in?" "Your grandmother is in, but your grandfather is not around now, but will take you to meet him later. But your uncle Peter and your grand uncle Josiah would love to meet you," he explained carefully. "Mom, what is a grand uncle?" Lilly asked me. "Oh, it just means the uncle of your parents, Uncle Josiah, is the uncle of your father." "Welcome home, Alpha Hayden," Ann greeted with a smile.

I watched from above as my leg bent at an unnatural angle. I felt blood pool beneath my head. I felt my stomach move one final time. My baby kicked and then stopped. Sophia stepped out of the passenger side and walked around the car. She stood over me and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Goodbye, sister,” she said softly. “I’ll take good care of your husband for you. My baby is grateful to her aunt for this sacrifice. Thank you for the insurance money.” Alexandre got out next. He put his arm around her waist and looked down at me like I was nothing more than trash on the side of the road.

PTSD much? I smooth the white apron out on the standard Dabney-Aparo housekeeper uniform and look up at my kind boss with a warm smile. I know this man. He's my uncle, mom's brother. He didn't take me in when I was younger because it just wasn’t feasible, so his mother, my abuela, did. I have always been close to him and his family, though. "Yes, Mr. Ortega?" I ask. It's unusual to call him by this name. I want to call him Uncle Kenny.

He just watches me, eyes sharp, tracking every micro-shift in my face like he’s afraid I’ll collapse. “Say it again,” I whisper. “Gabriel Navarro,” he repeats. “Board member. Silent investor. He’s been embedded for over a decade.” My pulse roars in my ears. I press my palm flat against the table. Cool marble. Solid. Real. “That’s my—” I swallow. “That’s my uncle.” “I know.” The word lands softly. Gently. Like a knife sliding between ribs. I shake my head. “No. He lives in Spain. He sends Christmas cards. He—” I laugh, breathless, wrong. “He forgets my birthday.”

“Where did you see it?” She looked up at him, and for the first time, fear replaced fire. “My uncle wears it. On his ring.” Dante froze. Her uncle. Her mother’s brother. A man long thought dead. “Lorenzo Romano,” Dante said. Alessia nodded slowly. “He’s alive.”