Uncle Jonas Novels & Stories

Ulrich Drummond pulled the curtain open and gave Kelley and Mason a smile. “How big is your family exactly?” Mason smiled as Kelley pulled his shoes on. “Why?” “Well, you have thirteen brothers in the waiting room and an uncle.” “We don’t have a tv at home.” Mason’s laugh reverberated through the room and even Ulrich chuckled as Kelley’s expression remained stoic. “Your uncle, though, wouldn’t take no for an answer, he’s right outside, a Jesse Owens.”

As far as he knew, her uncle, Theodore, was currently in prison. In the Lane family’s branch, Chiara was Ivanka’s only relative. Jonah had never heard Ivanka mention another uncle before. Where had he come from? “Yes, I met him when Michael and I went to Mirvania,” Ivanka answered honestly and briefly. Jonah understood. He then asked, “So is your uncle in Bostone now?” “Yes,” she replied truthfully. Jonah pursed his lips and spoke slowly, “Then let’s invite your uncle out to eat so I can greet him properly.”

Uncle Henry asked. “No, I have called Arc for that” Harrison replied. “Cool, So I am taking my leave. Will meet you guys after a week” Uncle Henry announced. “Happy Birthday in advance Jenny,” I said, giving a side hug to Jenny. “Thanks, Al” Jenny replied, hugging me back. “Happy Birthday Jenny in advance,” Dad and Uncle Harrison announced in unison. “Thank you both” she replied before leaving with Uncle Henry. “I am going to study,” Uncle Harrison said.

Lionel Jones was his name. Brother of my late father, and family lawyer. He was always involved in meetings, whether they were professionals or family members. He was that kind of uncle that no one liked to have around. Embarrassing, unnecessary and unkind. He did not have the same physical size as all of us, and he always had the right to say that we needed to reduce the amount of food in our meals.

He wondered if it was possible for him to make it out alive. “Hello, Uncles.” Jack Williams and Noah Williams turned. “I must be seeing wrong. Isn't this our dear nephew, Noah?” Jack Williams and Noah Williams exchanged astonished looks which quickly morphed into an unpleasant one the next second.

For sure, he must do something, but quite reasonably, every step that will be taken should be cautious lest one wrong move causes everything to tear into pieces. His head whipped back toward Rafael's office, his belly coiling with sudden fear and anger. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go down after what he went through. This isn't how things were supposed to go down; “I'm not supposed to get taken down again by Bernice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number, shaking a little, before he took a deep breath to steel himself regarding what waited on the other end. "I won't let you do this, Uncle," he muttered, a dangerous light turning on in his eyes. "I won't let y

He bent down and hugged them. "Always take care of your mommy, okay? Never leave her side and protect her from every danger," Jason said to Noah. I covered my mouth to stop sobbing. Noah was a child. He had no idea what his uncle was telling him, but he nodded his head like a big boy and replied, "I promise you, Uncle. I will take care of Mommy." Jason kissed his head and turned to Aria. “You know you are my queen. Always remember that Uncle loves you wherever he is.”

Her first uncle is John Young, James, Jason, Jordan, and then Jack. Her five uncles were all handsome in their own ways. Many girls chased and followed them everywhere they went. Not one minute of peace would they get if they stepped outside to go anywhere in public. They were the constant talk of the news and media besides Daniel Watson. They were also known as the five princes of Watson’s industry.

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. She smiled, her eyes warm. “You don’t have to thank me, Adams. Family is everything, and your father is family.” Adams’ mother cleared her throat, drawing their attention. “Let’s not get too sentimental here. The real challenge starts now—keeping him from overexerting himself.” Adams chuckled lightly, knowing his mother was right. His father, ever the workaholic, would likely struggle with the doctor’s strict instructions for rest. The elevator doors slid open, and his father was wheeled out by a nurse. Despite his pale complexion, there was a faint smile on his face. Adams immediately stepped forward.