Uncle Jack Book Novels & Stories

She finished reading. Looking to the attachments Garrett had mentioned, with her heart racing as she clicked on the attachment of the email Jack had sent to her uncle. The subject line hinted at something troubling, and she couldn’t help but feel a knot tighten in her stomach. With trembling fingers, she opened the message, unsure of what she was about to uncover. As she scanned through the lines, shock coursed through her veins. Anguish and disbelief painted her features as she read about Jack’s unauthorized emails to her uncle. How could he be so… she wasn’t even sure of the right word to use for him.

The air smelled of burnt eggs and confusion. Then I heard another knock sound, more insistent this time. "Coming I finally said." I slowly moved, leaving the burnt mess behind. When I opened the door, he stood there in the heavy silence of the morning sun. It was my father's best friend, Uncle Jack. He was a vision in a dark suit, the sharp tailoring accentuating his tall frame. But it wasn't just the suit. At forty-five, he defied time. He had broad, capable shoulders and a chest that looked heavy with the kind of strength and gravity that comes from a life well-lived. There was a magnetism about him, a quiet power in the way he carried himself. He had always been so kind, he was such a "sw

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

"Are you really single? I saw you leaving with an older guy before this." "That was my dad's friend," I said quickly. "My parents passed away early, so Uncle Grant raised me. The other guys are just his friends." Someone else snorted, unwilling to let it go. "She grew up around a bunch of old men. How clean could she be? Don't be fooled, Jack. You won't even know whose kid you're raising if you started cherishing someone who's a carousel." Jack's face darkened in an instant, as though I had already cheated on him, and his hand on me tightened.

The little girl looks sad. “Then something came up with the pack and Uncle Jack needed Daddy. You know, Dad is his beta, right?” She asks me. “I don't even know what that means.” I say truthfully. “It's like his second in command, kind of. Uncle Jack pretty much uses everyone in his family as a type of council, letting all of his brothers help him, but he needed Dad for something. I was so young, I don't even remember listening. I just new he was ditching us and I was heartbroken.”

Now he felt like he was getting a chance to relive his youth the way he'd always wanted it to be. Jack had reached the couch and dropped to his knees at the shrine of his niece's shaved cunt. "Can I eat you first?" he asked nervously. "Slow down," Marika told him brazenly. She lifted her little ass off the cushions, raising her crotch right under her uncle's nose. Jack grabbed her slender thighs and buried his face between her clutching loins. He was sucking her cunt. "Oh, tongue, Uncle Jack, tongue," Marika told him. "Use your tongue in my pussy real deep’’

Jack nodded in a meaningful manner before he got up and left. As soon as Jack left the mansion, Adam immediately said, “Second Uncle, Mr. Yaleman is a very well-known master from Mystery Court. How can a liar like Charlie even be compared to him? This time, Mr. Yaleman is even willing to help to solve our family problems without even taking a single penny from us!”

He acted like I didn’t exist. *** I’m on my way home after a long first day at the office. I still can’t believe he wanted to throw money at me. I arrive home after walking from the bus stop. As I step inside the house an incredible aroma drifts to my nose. Uncle Jack must be cooking. I quickly walk to the kitchen to find out what he’s cooking. “Uncle Jack, what’re you cooking?” I ask eagerly as soon as I step into the kitchen. Uncle Jack works as an assistant chef at a fantastic restaurant. I think he should be made head cook, but his boss thinks otherwise.

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel