Uncle Jack Book Novels & Stories

Theo’s jaw dropped, rendered completely speechless, though he tried frantically to maintain his tough façade. Beside them on the sofa, a tiny, satisfied smile tugged at Kimberly’s lips. Finnick pressed on, his tone unyielding. “I will repeat it once more: if anyone dares lay a hand on her again, they make an enemy out of me.” A bright, uncontrollable flush spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. ‘Is... is Uncle actually playing the role of my knight in shining armor right now?!’ Theo pointed an aggressive finger at his own chest, his voice rising in disbelief. “I am your blood nephew, Uncle! Why on earth are you protecting her?!” He gestured frantically toward Kimberly.

“Is uncle still here?” Ignoring Denise’s disapproving look, Jack rushed past her, meeting the boy halfway on the stairs. “Of course! Where else would I go? Did you sleep well?” He picked him up under his arm and held him to his chest. “Tell mommy how much we enjoyed our little sleepover!” His emerald eyes quickly lit up at that.”Mhmm! We did!” He chirped, a broad grin spreading from ear to ear, “Josh and I had a lot of fun! Uncle Jack too! Mommy, I want to do it again!”

Drake let out a low laugh, “I almost had the pleasure of watching him vomit for a change.” “I would have liked that,” I said as I took a seat next to Drake. “I’ll bet,” Jack mumbled from the opposite side of the room. He glanced at me only briefly, but it was long enough for me to recognize the heat of passion in his eyes before he took control and turned all stony faced on me. “So, are you still watching me from afar, Uncle Jack?” I said as sarcastically as I could. He nodded, but said nothing. “I hope you saw that very special wave I gave you last night,” I said sweetly.

Besides, we haven't spoken in that long and yet, when he finally speaks to me, it's about the one person his girlfriend had heard rumors about me with. “Calm down. He's only just worried. As your UNCLE, that is something inevitable,” like the unreasonable person she was trying to make me out to be, Caroline intervened but knowing there was no way I could yell out the exact words I wanted to, I walked back upstairs, straight to my room to continue brooding on the strange documents that in no way should concern me. I didn't miss the enunciation of the word 'Uncle' that she had said.

“If you need a drinking buddy, you should head to a bar. I’m done. Just tell me if you’re going to let me appeal without contesting or not.” “I don’t need a drinking buddy. I just believe alcohol has a way of making people tell the fucking truth,” he replies in a cold, almost breathless tone, staring icily into my eyes and that sends a quick shiver down my spine. What truth? What is he talking about? “I don’t get what you mean. What truth is that, that my dad didn’t do it?” “Don’t play dumb little kitten,” he says in the same icy low tone, maintaining the cold stare into my eyes. “The truth……the one where you used an uncle to get back at his nephew by fucking sleeping with him.”

I knew that I fought for him to stay alive and that I battled with the unfair treatment until he no longer had hindrances on his way. “Momma, do you have another child?” CJ asked anxiously, looking worried. “Momma, do we have a big brother?” JC's voice followed. The thought that I would neglect them and face Kelvin grew in their hearts as I shook my head while facing them. “No,” I muttered. “He is your big Uncle,” I informed them with a chuckle and their eyes glowed in happiness. “We have an Uncle?” “Jasper told us he has an Uncle, does this mean we have one too?” They couldn't hide their excitement.

I wrapped both arms around my shoulders, shivering against the chill. My mind still couldn't piece together everything that had happened. I tried replaying the events, but they refused to line up properly. Johnson. Running. Duncan. The bond that snapped into place without warning. Duncan. Everyone knew who Duncan was. He hadn't left the pack quietly — he left because of what he did. He was Johnson's uncle. And now, I had been claimed by my ex-husband's uncle. My life could not have gotten worse than this. Then something stirred from deep within me. My wolf. She churned and pressed against my ribs, restless and insistent.

"Whether your mother lives or dies doesn't concern me. This is the fate that you brought upon yourself for daring to steal my money." I glared at Uncle Steve and Jordan. "How dare you use my mother's life as a cover-up for your despicable schemes, Uncle Steve? I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!" Uncle Steve spat at me and sneered, "How dare you curse me, you thief?" Dominic looked at me and said, "Transfer the money out of his account. Buy some premium seafood with it." "No!" I roared hopelessly. I managed to wrench myself out of the subordinates' grasps and lunged at Kevin.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"