Uncle Jack Book Novels & Stories

If not for the fact that I've known Jack for years, I would have asked him out of the packhouse for having lied against my uncle. But on second thought, I began to think deeply about what he just said. I linked it with my mood earlier and it clicked instantly. Could it be that my instincts were trying to warn me against my uncle? I mean, it was obvious since Jack had just said the same thing. Come to think of it, Jack never knew who my uncle was before now. There was no way he would wake up all of a sudden to cook up a lie about a total stranger. He just made me understand that he overheard that in his discussion with Killian.

I smirked. "So this is jack?" The old man asked zoe. "Yes uncle." Zoe replied softly. Uncle? He turned his gaze from zoe to me. In return I glared at him. He did same. We were staring at each other. He was trying to intimidate me. Fucker. He suddenly smiled and smack on my shoulder, I like him" he declared. I heard everyone sigh. "Care for introduction?" I cocked my eyebrow at zoe. "Ohh, I am sorry. Jack this is my uncle peter. He is the oldest brother of dad." She spoke softly. She usually don't speak like this

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

I was looking at Jack and he was looking at me and then we got out of the car because uncle came to my house to meet us and we didn't leave the house during his presence. When he stopped the car and got out of the car he was a little far from us. I lightly said, "Bloody Man". When Jack heard this he was looking at me shockingly and then gestured to me and asked me why I used those words for my uncle. He said to me, "Harry! He is your Uncle. No he is more than uncle to you he is like your father". I replied to him, "Jack! You are not aware of anything. I will tell you everything later. This man has cheated me since my childhood".

I looked at everyone with a red face as they looked at me waiting for my answer. "Jack, stop acting like a stubborn kid. We all know you can't stay away from her but stop giving her stress. She is already so weak." Uncle Richard came to my rescue as he saw my red face. "But" he tried to again put his point. "No it's final she will go with David" uncle Richard said in his dismissing tone making Jack shut his mouth. He looked at me with a sulking face. I chewed my inner cheeks to stop myself from smiling. He stomped out of the room like a kid who didn't get his favourite car. Everyone moved their heads in amusement looking at his childish behaviour.

He would instruct the maids to place fresh ones every day, but he had replaced them with exquisite and luxurious fake flowers for Yulia’s sake. Sean came downstairs. I softly greeted him. “Uncle Sean.” His face sank. “Zella, I’ve never mistreated you. Is that how you repay me?” He sounded angry and indignant. I gripped the hem of my shirt. It was useless to offer a weak explanation to him since he had long changed. He no longer trusted me. “Don’t you want to explain it?” My silence drove him to pick up a teacup beside him and smash it on the floor. The ceramic shards scattered all over the room.

I tugged gently at her arm, and she followed, her fingers dragging lightly along the wall as we walked out. I slowed at the corner, and that’s when I heard Uncle’s voice—low and sharp. “Looks like he’s starting with the Dark Moon Pack.” I turned, heart pounding, but the door had already clicked shut. Starting with them? Who was he?

It wasn’t a fantasy I’d let myself have before. I ran a hand through my hair, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. The wood of the porch creaked under me. Behind me, I heard the screen door open with a familiar squeak. “Thought I’d find you out here,” came my uncle Jack’s voice, rich and steady, tinged with that easy humor that made everyone like him. I turned to see him stepping out, already in his riding clothes — old jeans, scuffed boots, a flannel shirt rolled at the sleeves. He carried that effortless confidence that came from living exactly the life he wanted.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.