Uncle Jack Book Novels & Stories

I was so patient I was going to scream. After breakfast I let James lead me to the study, where I spent most of my days now. It was easier than trying to do anything useful. The company ran itself, or at least it ran well enough without me. My father had taken over most of my responsibilities, and my uncle Alaric had stepped in to handle the rest, which was its own special kind of humiliation. Alaric, the black sheep, the one who'd left the family to build his own empire, now had to come back and clean up after his nephew like I was a child who couldn't be trusted with the family business. I hated it. I hated all of it.

“I’m just tired sweetheart and you guys stink. Damon, Declan, Delinda, you need to take your bath, okay? Go on, shower and get rid of that sweaty odor now!” The pouted and began to float away. “Not yet mommy, we’re playing with Uncle Jack.” “I’m sure uncle Jack would want you to shower and smell nice so you can eat and rest.” “Mommy, we know he didn’t tell you that! You’re just bringing it up,” Declan said. The rest concurred, laughing and calling for their uncle Jack. I rolled my eyes at them just as Jack came out with his tight polo and low rise jean. He smiled affectionately at me and rubbed Declan’s head.

"There's nothing cool about my accent, I love the New York accent but even after staying here for years now, I still can't get rid of mine. Jack is all I have now, my paternal uncle, Thomas, took us into his care after they died, but later on, we realized he only did it just to get the $150,000 trust fund our parents set up for us. When Jack turned eighteen, he was able to gain access to the fund, he took the money all for himself and fled to Las Vegas, he had always been a gambler, he must have gambled all the money away." "How could your uncle do such a thing, you should have reported to the police, he can't just get away with that...," Andrew said with a frown and Robin interrupted his ra

She is still tenyears old anyway . " How about this . Come to uncle Jack's house . Uncle Jack will buy ice cream for you all while aunt Valerie will look after you three .It's not really safe to go with your siblings like this ." Jack said to the children . " Yes , aunt Valerie will cook dumplings for you three ." Valerie coax them . " Uncle will send message to your daddy to get h you in uncle's house after he had done with his work ." Jack said with his face suddenly become red . Same to Valerie .

Joe suggested. "What for, Uncle?" Clara was surprised. "You already know all my family members; I also want you to know what my job is!" Joe showed his seriousness to Clara. "Uncle is a CEO!" Clara said. "What's that?" "The title of a novel I want to write, of course, it will have a happy ending because Uncle Joe and Clara will live happily ever after!" Clara answered casually. "Go to sleep! What, do you want me to seduce you?" Joe joked, his smile adorning his lips. Clara always made him happy with her simple jokes.

My uncle Mac, he's my mother's brother, and I've never liked him! "You dare speak towards me in that way. I am your uncle and you should treat me with respect!" "Bitch, please! I'll treat you with respect when you do the same. Respect is earned not just given because you say it should be!" "Why I owt to" He steps forward towards me and at the same time, Jack jumps up and in front of me lowly growling as a warning. I stand up and go to step in front of Jack but he sticks his arm out stopping me.

“It’s a Jack Maloney.” “Uncle Jack is here?” I asked. He wasn’t really my uncle, he was my father’s partner in his company. Where my father was an abusive asshole, Uncle Jack was a sweetheart. And whenever I saw him, I would refer to him as my uncle. “Send him in.” What could Jack possibly want?

Jack Jack grimaced as he woke from his broken slumber, remembering their encounter last night, he ran his hands instinctively accross her side of the bed , however the sheets were cold and still made on that side, it pained him thinking what she must be feeling right now. Jack recalled his converstaion with his uncle the evening before, he had informed him that he was going to have and heir soon and that he was thinking about proposing to the mother of his child. Uncle David did not seem impressed, possibly because he had always thought Jack would forvever be a bachelor therefore if something happened to Jack before David , he would naturally receive majority shares and takeover the compnay.

His gaze moved around the room before it landed on me. For a moment neither of us spoke, then his face tightened. “Uncle.” I took him in. Twenty-eight years old. Educated in the finest institutions money could buy. Given every opportunity, every connection, every advantage, and still incapable of understanding the value of any of it. He had been five when his parents died in an accident. One phone call had rewritten the structure of my life. My brother and his wife were gone before either of them reached the hospital, leaving a son who had suddenly become my responsibility.

"Jess, I have bad news." Theresa found her sister lying down, perusing social media without a care in the world. She wished she wasn't the bearer of the news that would remove the slight smirk she had on her face, probably from texting someone, but something was seriously wrong and someone had to tell her. "Yeah? What's up?" Jess put her phone aside and sat upright. "Well, it's just been announced that Jack lost his mother yesterday." "Oh my goodness, are you for real?"