Uncle Novels & Stories

"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'."

When he opened them, the fire was smothered in ice. “Because nothing is the same now,” he said firmly. “Your mother mar­ried into my family. I am your step-uncle. That makes this wrong.” The word struck me as though it was a stone, tugging at the part of me that had attempted—God, I’d attempted—to feel sick about this. To hate myself for it.

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

I said slowly. "And sometimes people are nervous about things they heard a long time ago, before they knew us." "Like the story about Daddy and the car?" I blinked. "Where did you hear that?" "Uncle Marco told me. He said it's a very long story, and that Daddy was brave, and that I should always ask questions if I wanted to know more." She tilted her head. "Should I ask them?" Before I could answer, she had turned and marched directly toward the woman in the camel coat, small and upright, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders.

Warm fingers clos firmly around my waist and everything stills when I look up and freeze. Holyyyyyy fuck. It’s Dante Wolfe. Ethan’s uncle. Technically not related by blood, but close enough for the family title to stick. Dante Wolfe was the kind of man people feared instinctively. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and always dressed in dark tailored suits that looked expensive enough to ruin lives, he carried himself with the cold confidence of someone who knew he was untouchabl. His sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes, and calm expression made him look more dangerous than approachable….like a man who could destroy you without even raising his voice.

"I used to call him uncle Tom but it has now changed to my dear husband. Alice used to scold me that he is her uncle not mine, I laughed at her because I was calling him honey in secret. Thank you all for traveling from far places to witness our love. Uncle Adam and your family you did so much for me, I owe you a lifetime debt." " Brother Lawrence and your wife you are so amazing. Brother Edwin you are the best cousin, sorry for not telling you my little secret. When it comes to Eric, I am speechless, I love you so much dear brother, you will always be close to my heart.

“I’m so happy for you. Did you say Uncle?” He slapped my back just as the clock started chiming. “Of course! You’re my brother in everything but blood. So it’s you. Grumpy Uncle Maddox. I’ve already decided you’re going to be Grumpy Uncle. Miserable Bastard Uncle when they’re a bit older.” “Fuck off, I’ll be the Cool Uncle, I mean, look at me,” I gestured and while the clock chimed we shared another tight, clinch of a hug. “Fucking love you man,” I whispered into his ear. “Don’t forget that.”

Victoria who was with Lan said" No my little head uncle is not angry or dangeous with both of us. He will never harm us. you have to remmebr that. Uncle is the King Alexander knight of Country A. He is the one who protects the country and look after the people of the country. He is the person whom God had choosen to rule the certain land and work and protect the people of that land. Always remmebr he is no harm to us. He is a protector a brave soiler who fought for the country and the kind king of Country A" Lan didnt understand what preety aunty was saying but he understood that the uncle will do

“Your mother is also your father's wife, and your uncle's mother is also your father's wife. Why do you call him uncle and not brother?" “My mother and my father knew each other and got married at the time when my mother was 18 years old or something, but my uncle was already the same age at that time. My uncle's second wife stopped talking. The two got married very early, always a little older than my mother's age. Because of his relatively distant age, I also respect him a lot, so calling him shows both respect and respect without being embarrassed."

Chapter one mom who did you say is coming for the Easter dinner at grandma " She smiled at me "Ohm your uncle Mark. You know its been long since I had seen him. My baby brother. He was just a tiny little thing when I last saw him." Her eyes lit as she recalled his baby form. " He was so little yet so handsome just like you. dad, like his dad." She swayed to the other side of the room and I managed to catch glimpse of her tear. Briskly she wiped it off and smiled.