Uncle Nick Full House Novels & Stories

A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie. “Thank you for coming,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I didn’t have a choice,” I replied. “Let’s get on with it.” He hesitated. “There are...conditions.” “Conditions?” I arched my brow. “What, he wants me to spend a night in a haunted house before I can collect his money?” The door behind me creaked open. A chill shot down my spine. “That won’t be necessary,” a deep, smooth voice said.

Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit. Now, after catching wind of what had happened, he'd shown up like a fly drawn to blood. "Nick, what are you doing here? This is a hospital." Mom hurried over and tried to stop them from entering. "What am I doing here?" Uncle Nick sneered. "I'm here to visit my poor little brother who's practically at death's door."

He finally saw it… the truth he’d been trying to ignore. I wasn't doing this for politics. I wasn't doing this for the docks. "Get out," I said, turning my back on him. I picked up my glass, my hand perfectly steady. "Before I decide that being an uncle is less important than being a husband." Julian scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, terrified hitches. He backed toward the door, his eyes locked on me like I was a monster that had finally slipped its chain. "You're obsessed with her," Julian croaked, his hand on the doorframe. "You're actually falling for a servant."

I bit my lip to stifle a gasp, spreading my legs wider under the table. "Ready for the show, my filthy niece?" he whispered, breath hot on my ear. His thumb circled my clit lazy, edging me already. I nodded, grinding subtle against his hand, the toy shifting inside me with each movement. The lawyer continued, naming minor bequests. Tension built, greedy murmurs rising. Mid-sentence—"And to my son Vance, the bulk of the estate..."—Uncle stood abrupt. "Enough of this bullshit." Gasps rippled. He grabbed the key from his pocket, moving swift to the doors. Click—locked. Relatives stirred confused. "Vance? What's the meaning—"

Remembering Vivian would only remind him of his marriage, not much different from a nightmare. Silence. Clara couldn't speak. Vivian Rosaline, indeed not as she appeared in the media and on the screen. A woman full of drama. With one last bite of Uncle's homemade fried noodles, Clara's meal was finished. "I'm full!" Clara said with a smile. Joe returned the smile and pinched Clara's cheek. "Uncle!" Clara whispered, needing to confirm something that bothered her. "Yes, Clara?" "Are we dating now?" Clara wanted to make sure of her relationship status with Uncle Handsome.

The few days I had must be spent wisely, because the witch would soon be back, and she would start clinging unto my sweetheart again. My finger rested on my lips as I thought hard. An image flashed inside my head and I smirked. ‘Yeah we go Uncle… You might need to fuck your niece.’ “Ahhhhhh!” I let out a loud scream. I was already standing in the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around my body, and the scream was just a fake emergency calling. In no time, Uncle X was in my room. I swear I love this man. He didn't come into the bathroom though.

I shove my hands into my pocket and walk out of the restaurant. Nick leans against the car smoking his cigarette. His eyes light up as he sees me. He throw the cigarette on the floor and step on it , squeezing it with his shoes. " I'll ride princess." He smiles and slide in the driver's seat. I chuckle and get in the passenger seat and fasten my seatbelt. Nick drive out of the lot in his own terrible speed. I lean against the seat and thought about what Freddie said. ' we're family.' what type of family ? Are they cousins ? I can't believe my ears.

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!!"

"You have met sister-in-law but kept us in the dark. I got it, you have a girlfriend that's why you didn't come home all these months, now I know. You've abandoned us and went to see your girlfriend. And I…" "You think too much.", Nick cut him off as he announced so. Looking at his uncle Nick said, "Uncle, I didn't tell you about her because I hadn't met her before. I just met her this evening." "What?" His uncle looked at him with utter surprise. "Yes." "This evening? Wait, you just met her and you said you like her?" Maxwell was like falling to the street from the high building. He could not believe Nick's sarcastic behaviour. He might be kidding!

"Hold on, Nick! I'm going to talk to Uncle Chuck." "All right. I'll wait here." Nicholas watched her leave the table, Alicia talking to Uncle Chuck. From that distance, Nicholas could not hear their conversation, but the man who worked as a police chief knew that Alicia had invited Uncle Chuck to come to their table. Because within minutes, Uncle Chuck was walking with Alicia towards Nicholas. A friendly smile was painted on Nicholas' face when Uncle Chuck arrived at their table. "Hello, Uncle Chuck! How are you?" "I'm fine, how are you?" Uncle Chuck replied, he chuckled. "You must be busy taking care of the body of that mysterious man from the village, right?"