Uncle Jack Book Novels & Stories

He has this annoying habit of being the last one to arrive for every single meal, acting like his time is more valuable than everyone else's. He saunters in as usual, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from his lips. He looks far too casual for a Monday morning. Grandpa watches him with a "here he goes again" look, shaking his head while Dad is busy glaring a hole through his head. And me? I'm smiling like an idiot. "Good morning, Uncle." He pauses; his face darkens instantly. "It's Lorenzo." "But you're my uncle, right?" He sighs inaudibly and sits quietly, letting me win this round.

She had chosen that path herself, so she deserved the coming reckoning. Uncle Jared was convinced that Mom would, without fail, handle the matter with Matt. He planned to wait until I had finished raising Matt, at which point he would formally claim him, mirroring Mom's strategy. He anticipated gaining a cash cow with zero effort on his part. He cheerfully made his way back home, having no idea of the disaster awaiting him. He had just walked in when he found his in-laws and several intimidating men in the living room. He flinched in surprise, then turned to Aunt Heather, who calmly said that they were all relatives.

Izzy asked in a whisper, barely able to breathe, as she looked at her uncle, who was her mother’s brother. "I-I'm sorry, Izzy. Y-you didn’t make it in time for your mom. A-ate Hilda is gone..." Her uncle said, tears flowing as he struggled to breathe. Hearing those words, Izzy was overwhelmed with deep pain and regret. Her uncle spoke again. "Ate Hilda is dead, Isabel..." It felt like a bomb exploded in her ear, and those five words from her Uncle Pedring shattered her heart. Words she thought she would never hear again, especially after her mother had recovered completely.

I truly think Richard is the cool uncle because he buys them candy and ice cream all the time and literally spoils them with gifts. Alice nodded in agreement as she took a delicious bite of her tacos. “Yes that’s about right, I think they call Jake the serious uncle because he only buys them books and healthy snacks. Can you believe this? The last time, he bought them broccoli and spinach ice cream!”, she exclaimed with a chuckle. Alexander and Alice threw their heads back once again and they laughed their hearts out.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

"Cherish Uncle Yale's present. His visits are rare, and who knows when he'll be back next?" Laughter filled the room as Jack, the suave second brother, stepped forward. He handed Evangeline the papers, teasing, "I thought my gift was pretty impressive, but our big brother just had to one-up me with a villa in the Emerald of the Highlands! He's always the top dog, no contest!"

He called in shock and excitement when he walked in and Jace’s jaw only dropped as the old man made his way to where they were standing. “If it isn’t my favorite Nephew.” He spoke as he pulled him in for a hug that Alexei didn’t reject. After explaining it all to him and after a while of uncomfortable, ear splitting silence, Jack cleared his throat as Alexei stared at him, he’d thought he’d disappointed not only his uncle Jack but also his family and the society. “Leave us alone.” He ordered and Dante immediately turned to leave but Jace still stood by to watch. A new fresh flow of hatred surge through him as he noticed the unusual family bond between his uncle and his brother.

She didn't say the rest of her words and raised her eyebrows slightly. As Jack walked closer and closer, Richard's heart beat faster and faster. What should he do? His uncle's face was so dark and scary! Jack stood two steps away from Richard, looking down at him with a condescending gaze. He didn't say a word, but his expression was intimidating. Richard swallowed hard and took a step back unconsciously, feeling that he would be safer if he was a little further away from his uncle. "Uncle... Uncle..." Richard laughed dryly, "What a coincidence, haha!"

Uncle Jack. The words repeated in her mind, slow and heavy, refusing to settle into anything she could understand. Jack Pearl had been a constant presence throughout her childhood. He had been loud, where her father was calm, and expressive, unlike Aaron Pearl, who had been reserved. Jack had laughed easily, told stories too loudly at family dinners, slipped her extra desserts when her father wasn’t looking. He had carried her on his shoulders at company picnics and taught her how to ride a bike, jogging beside her until she found her balance.

he finished. “Yeah, I noticed the moving van come into the neighborhood and people in and out over there by my place,” Faith mentioned. “Wondered what was going on.” “Yeah, well, Uncle Jack was shrewd with money. He owned his townhouse free and clear, same with the bookstore building. I couldn’t see holding on to both for just me. We shared a love of literature. I couldn’t think of a better legacy to remember him than Book Keepers.” She placed her hand over his and squeezed it gently.