Uncle Nick Full House Novels & Stories

“Bro, just do the damn thing already. You and I both know you are right.” Nick laughs and nods at Sean who looks proud of himself. “Don’t forget we have the smartest Uncle and our Dad has that medal thing. Tap them if it gets too hard.” Nick nods to Kata. “I love you big brother. And my love is enough.” Everyone laughs at Camilla. Nick gets up and kisses her head. He kisses Sean’s cheek, then Kata’s. He goes to Dad and they hug. He and Mom embrace for a long time as they talk to each other quietly. Then he gets to me.

"You ungrateful thing. Just you wait, I'll give you a proper burial when you're killed in the mayhem. You'll be buried beside Nick so that you can keep him company." Thank you very much! Nathaniel thanked him in a solemn manner. Maverick felt that he was really at a loss for words. "Wisdom couldn't help but laugh as he said, ""Uncle, my mom and my sister will be worried if they can't come over soon.""" Maverick was so happy that Wisdom had called him uncle. "Nick's son is a good boy after all. Well, I won't argue with you today for the sake of my nephew."

“Derrick Kwok said that kid was lured to the auction by your uncle and aunt. They claimed they wanted to help you resolve your debts, but in fact, they were just trying to profit from the situation. He’s just a debt collector; it wasn’t him who deceived him.” After hearing this, Nick's expression darkened, his fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. “I knew it was them,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of pain and anger. He had long harbored suspicions about his uncle and aunt, but hearing the confirmation felt like salt rubbed into an already raw wound.

Truthfully, I have no idea but if it got Nick talking about his life I’ll take it. Nick mumbled something and chuckled slightly before my mom told him to repeat himself. “We beat Duke by 20 points last night.” He looked up at me and smiled a little wider. “I got Grampa to record it so Mom can see it later. We beat them so bad they were calling it a dom-es-tic dis-tur-bance.” I blinked before I started laughing. “Oh really? Were the cops called?” He grinned even wider now, and I noticed something was missing. “And where did your front tooth go?”

' 'Pheobe, my uncle is coming by today, please when he comes into the office, let me know. 'Yes sir.' He pressed abort. His uncle loved Amber and was happy when they got married, well, he might take care of Amber for the day. Just until she asked what she wanted. He sighed, what were his plans for those six months? She sighed; she was just coming back from her lunch date with the manager of T.K transport company. T.K for Trevor Knight; Nicholas' Uncle; how did she miss that? She had visited him, when his wife died and surprisingly, the good man still remember her and he was said she should talk to Nicholas about the shipping.

I gestured my little detective over and he quickly ran his way over to me. The file had a weird Lotus symbol on it but the thing that had possibly caught Amlian's attention, was the number of places ticked off at the very first page. Just as suspected, the places were the exact same as those marked on the map. "Momma?" Nick carried the picture frame over to me and happily pointed out each member before smiling when he realized that his uncle and grandparents were standing at the back. "Granpapa, pops! Granmama, Cop!!"

Tossing my cap onto a white sofa, I crossed the room to a drawer, rattling it open and grabbing the familiar pill bottle. "Sai cosa ha fatto?" (You know what he did?) I popped the pills in my mouth and, without turning around, answered, "I would have stayed home if I knew you called me here to play guess..." "He stood up invitations to meet me, Tristan," my uncle interrupted, his tone pointed. Every indication he was pissed. I turned around, locking eyes with him, and sighed. “Bummer. Ever think he chose death over your thousand questions, Uncle Nico?” There was silence for seconds, and then his shoulder slumped. “Come on, try wearing my shoes. Imagine your nephew standing you up while you s

“Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.” The smirk vanished from Adams’s face. For a long moment, he said nothing, his jaw tightening. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his tone clipped. “You always know how to twist the knife. Fine. Nephew or not, the point remains the same. You’ll have to face what’s coming. We both will.” Liam gave a quiet laugh. “And what’s coming, Adams? More games? More scrambling for the scraps of inheritance you think will make you untouchable?”

He even stepped on Lena’s foot by accident. Lena glared at him, but he just smiled. “Hey, I’m trying to help you win that bottle of wine.” Lena scoffed, “If I want wine, I can just ask my husband to buy it.” Anthony added, “Don’t let your uncle hear that—or he’ll be heartbroken again.” Since Uncle Nicholas was just under the next trellis, Anthony’s words were loud enough for him to hear. “What’s that? Are you guys saying my prize isn’t good enough?”

He has this annoying habit of being the last one to arrive for every single meal, acting like his time is more valuable than everyone else's. He saunters in as usual, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from his lips. He looks far too casual for a Monday morning. Grandpa watches him with a "here he goes again" look, shaking his head while Dad is busy glaring a hole through his head. And me? I'm smiling like an idiot. "Good morning, Uncle." He pauses; his face darkens instantly. "It's Lorenzo." "But you're my uncle, right?" He sighs inaudibly and sits quietly, letting me win this round.