Uncle Jonas Novels & Stories

Hearing that he was half Houston and half Monaco felt new to me; he had never mentioned being a native of Monaco. “So how has it been with my uncle?” Leon continued to taunt me, managing a laugh. “I know he can be a handful sometimes, but can you tell us how you two met? A few months ago, I could have sworn he was a confirmed bachelor.” I felt my stomach grumble in annoyance. This was exactly what Xavier was doing, but Leon was being clever and sly so Casper wouldn’t catch on. Well, I wasn’t entirely surprised; I had always known Leon was very cunning.

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

“Was?." “Yeah, i thought you were the one who had cancelled until I saw your step uncle answer the door and eye me as if he wanted to put a bullet in my head for taking interest in you." I tried to hide my expression of shock but he caught it on time and he laughed. " I knew it." “Knew what?." “That you were fucking your uncle. I saw him climb down your window some time last week, manliest thing I ever saw, the guy worked his way down two stories with his bare hands and feet... I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side."

"Liam, stop it! Do you even know who he is? That's Mr. Jonas Walker, the master of the Walker family who holds the power of the major gangs in Drunham City! We can't possibly stand a chance against them! Don't try to mess things up, please—I'm begging you! Leave while you can! This is all my fault, and I should be punished, not you. Please leave and bring Jovie with you while you can." "Uncle Jonas, save me! I'm going to die! Please, Uncle Jonas! You have to kill them!" Trent wailed in agony from the pool of blood he was lying in. Jonas was ablaze at the sight of his beloved nephew being beaten up until this state. He bellowed a

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 will get you back.” Uncle Jason leaned in, trying to see who I was talking to. Benita froze. “What are you doing with him?” she whisper-yelled. “He’s my uncle,” I replied. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” Then she started gushing. “He’s so fine. And talented. And—” “Goodbye,” I cut in, ending the call. Uncle Jason laughed. “Jealous.” “I don’t get the hype.” “You wouldn’t,” he replied. “Family never sees it.”

Jonas was also sleeping! Jonas is the oldest son of the head of the gammas, and he is the one who started our little club. My brother was never interested but I sure as hell was. After being reprimanded, I go home with my parents and my mom just won’t stop. I storm into my room and lock the door behind me, knowing full well that it isn’t going to keep her out. Mom has a spare key for each of our rooms. Her excuse has always been that if there is an emergency she needs to get in.

With that, he affectionately pinched her cheek. Elianna smiled and nodded, heading toward the living room. Upstairs. There came the earth-shattering sound of two children's footsteps. Owen cheerfully called out, "Has Uncle Jayson returned? It smells so good!" Little Spark ran and asked, "How many uncles do you have?" Owen replied, "I have four uncles! My third uncle is amazing—he's a special forces soldier, but his cooking skills are better than a five-star chef!" Two little guys ran down the stairs, one after the other. As soon as they saw Elianna, they happily ran over and said, "Mommy! Has Uncle Jayson come back?"

Lyra’s POV I was ten when the world lost its color. Alpha Julian was the man who became my father after he found me shivering in the Whispering Woods. I was five, but he didn’t see a stray orphan. He saw a daughter. He gave me a name, a home, and fierce, protective love that felt like armor against the entire world. Then the Great Northern Skirmish took him from me. I was ten. The light in our house dimmed forever.

But in here there was only cold, clean air and the faint smell of wet grass from the garden. I didn't know when she had started doing that. I didn't know anything about her at all. And now I never would, because he had taken her. My uncle. Just thinking the word made my hands curl into fists against my knees. The bastard son my grandfather hid for thirty-five years, who walked into the reading of the will like he owned the room and then took every single thing that was supposed to be mine. Sixty percent of my family's company. The east wing. The head of the table. The respect of a board that had watched me work my whole adult life for that company, and then fell over themselves to shake his