Uncle Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” “I’m just talking to Soren,” I say, smiling up at her. “He’s nice.” “Uncle.” “Uncle Jax is my uncle but he says call him Jax,” I shake my head, rolling my eyes at his silliness and folding my arms. Jax said ‘uncle’ is used only for really old people and relatives. Mummy looks at him, and something in her face changes. Soren stands up, tall again, and they stare at each other for a moment. I don’t know what they’re thinking, but it feels important, like a secret they’re keeping from me.

My breath hitched in my throat, but I caught myself quickly, forcing my posture to remain still and unbothered. "He encourages my career, sir," I answered, keeping my voice carefully neutral and still wondering how he knew my Uncle. "Though he stays busy with his own work affairs." "Of course he does," Mr. Crowe said, a faint, razor-thin smile touching the corners of his mouth before disappearing just as fast. "Dante Martinez is a very busy man. Very precise. Very protective of his company’s interests." “Uh, how do you know my uncle sir?” I found the courage to ask.

Of course, he didn’t want to witness his own son’s tenderness with another man—his uncle, no less. “Don’t you want to explain a little more?” James said, breaking Harry’s reverie.

I looked at her seriously while chewing my food, waiting for her to continue. “I want to tell you something… about me and Sir Clifford.” I froze mid-chew, staring at her blankly. She was going to admit it, wasn’t she? That there was something between them— “Sir Clifford is my uncle…” The words hit my ears like slow motion. “H-huh?” I blinked rapidly, unable to process what I had just heard. “W-what did you say?” I asked again. Cara chuckled, clearly amused by my expression. “I said, Sir Clifford is my uncle. He’s not my boyfriend, okay?” she said with a playful grin.

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.”

Lyra’s POV I was ten when the world lost its color. Alpha Julian was the man who became my father after he found me shivering in the Whispering Woods. I was five, but he didn’t see a stray orphan. He saw a daughter. He gave me a name, a home, and fierce, protective love that felt like armor against the entire world. Then the Great Northern Skirmish took him from me. I was ten. The light in our house dimmed forever.

"I think it’s time I had a word with my uncle." He began to move across the grass, a 6'4" shadow cutting through the sunlight. Noah didn't see him coming yet, but he would feel him soon enough.

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.

"Here you go‚ buddy. Wαnt to help stir the rice?" Ryαn took the spoon but kept tαlking‚ bαrely pαying αttention. "But it’s not complicαted‚ Uncle Killiαn! It’s simple! My friends αll hαve uncles who αre their mommy’s brothers. So I αsked my teαcher αgαin todαy‚ just to be sure. And she sαid yes! Thαt your mom’s brother is your uncle."

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.