Uncle Nick Full House Novels & Stories

Let’s meet in person to talk! Brad chimed in as well. [Exactly! Moving into a new place is such a happy occasion, and of course, we’ll bring house-warming gifts! How about this? Dinner is on me this time. What do you say?] I was stunned. Were these really my cousins? At the restaurant, we were halfway through dinner when my nephew, Leo Jackson, suddenly raised his glass. “Aunt Wendy, this toast is to you! I’ll empty mine first!” What was this about?

"That woman really doesn't recognize her own husband's uncle?" "This is hilarious. She sided with the boy toy in bullying the husband, even going so far as to try to rope the uncle in. And at the uncle's own hotel too!" "I'm rooting for the uncle to teach the scumbag pair a good lesson. They're vile!" Nyla's face darkened, then went pale, but she still refused to accept the reality before her eyes. Craig tugged at her arm, feeling indignant. "This is so strange, Nyla. If he really is Mr. Fuller's nephew, why don't any of the hotel staff seem to recognize him? Mr. Fuller owns the place. How could the staff not recognize his relatives?"

The boy who once laughed with me under starlit skies now looked like a stranger wearing his face. Julian unrolled the scroll. The parchment crackled loudly in the heavy silence. “Commander Vane’s blood was found under your nails,” he said, voice flat and cold. “In your quarters. On the silver hairpin hidden beneath your mattress, the one used to slit his throat.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “I didn’t kill him. I swear it.” The side doors creaked open. Elara and Silas entered, my chosen family, the two people I would have died for without hesitation.

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

That made me lose the love I had for my mother, but now it's starting to look like I made a mistake in doing so. After being in my thoughts for a bit, I realized that I was alone in my office, meaning Uncle Nick probably left to have lunch a well. I remember that he mentioned that he was getting his wife for lunch. Nick told me that him and his wife Amber, have been married for 10 years now and that is his for lifer. They have a son of 6 years. Uncle Nick explained to me that I was the sole heir to the family fortune because my mother was the one who took over and if I did not want to take over his son would have had to do it. I understood Uncle Nick's point of view on having his son run the

Is this real or some drama orchestrated by my mom? “Mom, you know?” She turned to me with a smile “yes, I know. He is your cousin after all and it was the only way to keep you in check since you were bent on avoiding me” “Eric, are you okay?” Damien asks, his voice low, calm. I nod, looking at the three of them. I turn to the people on the table “Dinner is over. You have three minutes to leave this place. Now!” I snapped. “They are going nowhere! And let them welcome your cousin and your uncle. If you want to leave you can leave. Be the rogue prince that you are and know now that if you don't behave yourself, Mike would take your place” a plastered grin appeared on her face.

He knew this was Tom's mansion, but the thought that the old man was trying to match Nita with his son hadn't crossed his mind. It couldn't be. He stormed into the house, and there she was right beside a young man. Nate also walked in, closing the door behind them. “Uncle Carl, this is mummy's friend and his mother. Uncle Nick, this is Uncle Carl.” Nate beamed as if he had just performed an Oscar worthy performance. Nick frowned, the word ‘uncle’ sounded like an insult to his ears. His eyes were glued on Nita’s. “Who is he?”

"He said, and I quote, this girl clearly loves you for you, not what you have. Don't be an idiot and mess it up." I laughed. "Solid advice." "He also said Isolde would have thought this was hilarious. Her best friend's daughter marrying her husband." Trenton shook his head. "Apparently Isolde had a complicated sense of humor." "I kind of love her for that." "Me too." His voice softened. "Always." The following evening we organized a family dinner at the estate. Both sets of parents, Eudora and Eleri, Calliope and Fionn. The first time everyone had been together in one room.

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

Guilt flashed in his eyes and he looked away for a second before returning with a confident smile I found disgusting, "Nephew" Aunt Nancy didn't deserve this. I was almost gladdened at the fact that she was dying soon. She was a cancer patient in the last stage. Edgar had put her through enough shit. "Have a good night, Uncle." He grinned heinously at my remark. Nick's chauffeur came up and assisted him to his car while I headed to mine.