Novel & Cerita Uncle Love

A few quiet moments passed before she answered. “My mom… and Uncle Pedring. Well, before. Now it’s just me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your uncle? Where is he now?” So many questions… “He… he went back to the province to be with his wife and kids. He only stayed here before because Mom needed someone with her 24/7 when she got sick. I couldn’t do it myself—I had to work and study at the same time. And Mom didn’t want me quitting school either. She said it would’ve been a waste, especially since Carl helped me with my scholarship… which I now know actually came from you.”

The person he wanted to share that joy with was no longer there. Seeing Clark's lifeless expression, Cyrus frowned. "You're not interested in the Sumner Group or Prospectus Technology? Then what are you interested in? Don't tell me you're planning to become like your uncle, letting a woman drive you to the brink of ruin?!" Clark looked at Cyrus with a hint of pity. "Dad, you never really understood what love is, did you?" Whether it was Cindy or the other women Cyrus kept outside, he never invested any real emotion. He merely played along, never truly loving anyone and failing to grasp the essence of love.

, the uncle said while holding my hand and smiling at me sadly. “What surgery uncle?” I asked him, looking at his face. My vision was blurred with tears. “I wanted to tell you both about this before but," the uncle said while looking at me and Zanvil. “I didn't want you both to agree on this marriage because of my health issues. But you two agreed to marry each other. And now I have to tell you both why I want you to marry in two weeks”. Uncle swallowed hard “I'm suffering from heart disease and I don't think I will survive my surgery. So before I go from your lives for good, I want to see my children getting married in front of my eyes. I want to see my small family getting completed and ha

I watched from above as my leg bent at an unnatural angle. I felt blood pool beneath my head. I felt my stomach move one final time. My baby kicked and then stopped. Sophia stepped out of the passenger side and walked around the car. She stood over me and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Goodbye, sister,” she said softly. “I’ll take good care of your husband for you. My baby is grateful to her aunt for this sacrifice. Thank you for the insurance money.” Alexandre got out next. He put his arm around her waist and looked down at me like I was nothing more than trash on the side of the road.

Kira stood alone in the dimly lit living room, her palm pressed against the cold glass, her reflection staring back at her. It had been two months since her mother’s death, yet grief clung to her like a second skin. Her father, Samnyon, had buried himself in business, leaving her with silence. Sophia Kata had entered their lives soon after—soft smiles, gentle words—but Kira had never let her heart accept the woman fully. Because with Sophia came Sajah. Her step-uncle. Her forbidden flame.

My uncle and I watch as he and Collette walk away. "He’s completely obsessed with you," my uncle says once they’re out of earshot. "Really?" I ask, curious. "Did you notice how he couldn’t stop watching you, even when he was talking to me? He’s definitely in love," my uncle adds with a grin, and I can’t help but smile. "Now, let's run," he says suddenly, before taking off, and I laugh as I chase after him.

“Well, I don’t have a choice, do I? He’s going to be the next Don of this Mafia. He needs to be as tough as ever if he wants to survive the harsh realities of this world.” As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of my uncle’s face and it didn’t look so good. Steam was practically coming out of his ears. He looked so mad that he could break something. My father, however, had a very calm look on his face as if his brother wasn’t about to explode from anger. *** The following month, I found out from my mother that my uncle was in love. Apparently, he had found this woman that blew him away and he couldn’t stay away.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

I wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated the hug. "Now, let's get back to get ready for dinner. Your Aunt Rose and all your Uncles will be here for dinner," Mom said, and I couldn't help but beam. I loved each one of them. All of them have shown me something special. Aunty Rose is always smiling and doing her activities calmly, which is worthy of admiration. Uncle Nate is a fighter. After losing his ability to walk during the war, his recovery came with many trials, but he conquered all. He now walks with a cane, and even then, he is one of the most powerful warriors in the pack. Uncle Elliot is always observant, especially when you connect with him because it feels like he stares

She was the personification of joy, the one who kept the family from feeling too cold or too formal. "You’re back!" Lily chirped, her eyes darting between the mountain of shopping bags in Orion’s hands and the flushed, happy face of her uncle. "Did you spend all of Orion’s money, Uncle Noah? Good! He has too much of it anyway." "He was a perfect gentleman, Lily," Noah said, beaming as he walked over to give his niece a quick hug. "He even came to have coffeeto coffee with me and Marcus. He’s such a protective sweetheart."