Uncle Love Novels & Stories

I looked at him and smiled. "Yes. I love him. Sorry, I didn't tell you about this."I said. "I didn't mind that. I just want you to be happy." he said hugging me. I smiled. He placed a kiss on my head. Uncle really loves me so much. He only cares about my happiness. I looked at auntie who was smiling. I smiled too. "Ronnie!!" uncle said breaking from the hug. I looked at uncle tensed. "Yes, Mr. Snow."Ronnie said.

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

I was just doing other women a service by creating awareness about how much of a monster he was… When I didn't respond to him, he reached for my hand, and I quickly jerked away from his touch. "Get off me!" I warned sternly, even though his lips were still curled up into a mocking smile. I knew it might be funny to him, but it wasn't to me, and I wouldn't mind smacking his face to remind him that I'm his uncle's wife and he shouldn't be touching me that way. "What? You think I can't touch you anymore because you're with my uncle?"

her grandmother scolded him, "let's go upstairs." "You haven't experienced it yet, that's why you think like that, uncle," she teased. "You don't know the meaning of love." "I don't want serious relationships, I might age quickly," he replied. "Especially if the girl is like you, it seems like I'll have a headache for life." He immediately jokingly choked his uncle, "It's a good thing no one likes you, you jerk." Demi couldn't stop laughing as she watched the two of them.

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.

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.”

When he opened them, the fire was smothered in ice. “Because nothing is the same now,” he said firmly. “Your mother mar­ried into my family. I am your step-uncle. That makes this wrong.” The word struck me as though it was a stone, tugging at the part of me that had attempted—God, I’d attempted—to feel sick about this. To hate myself for it.

With the certainty he spoke with, the question was more of a declaration, one that didn't need a reply. "Is that how to say hello to your Uncle?" the 1st replied, not bothered by the harsh tone of his nephew. His nephew hated his family more than he did anything else. Yet he also loved them more than anything else. His hatred was born from his disappointment in them, and yet from this very same hatred his love for them was also made greater.

I may call you my second mother but you know that I will do what needs to be done to protect those I love, and that is something that you’ve done too, so don't use THAT reasoning on me! ”That's a completely different matter because I did NOT love your Uncle!. He was A MISSION!. He was someone I forced to believe that I’m his dead lover even if I'm NOT! And that's just so I can find out more about the Triumvirate! But that was all he was to me and nothing else!” ”BULLSHIT! I knew how hurt you were when he started hating you for saying that to his face! And I still see how painful it is now when he talks shit about you right in front of you! I've known you too well for you to LIE to ME!”