Uncle Novels & Stories

Fredrik Young was Henry's uncle. He was a taboo for the entire Young family. Although Eliza grew up with Henry, since childhood, she had only heard of the existence of this uncle. If she hadn't met him on her wedding day, she wouldn't recognize him at all. "Weren't you abroad the whole time?" "Yeah, I just got back last night." It just so happened that his friend wanted to meet him. It was an urgent matter so Fredrik went to Neon Night's Bar as soon as he got off the plane.

"Uncle, I hope I'm not interrupting anything crucial. May I have a moment of your time?" "Of course, my favorite niece! Your call is always a welcome respite from my duties. How can I be of service to my lovely niece?" I responded with a smile. Uncle has always been incredibly kind. Among all the people in my life, he's the one I'm closest to. Despite being my mother's only sibling living abroad, the bond between us is irreplaceable. While we may not share a blood connection, he's the only person in this world I wholeheartedly trust.

“You wanna know why I’m mad? Because you can’t go round calling people uncle!” “But I don’t," he replied firmly. "Geoff and Oak and Max… and Bonny are not uncle. They’re Mister. So is Mister Colt. Avery is uncle. Like beta Jake and gamma Richard.” “He's NOT like my brothers!" I snapped. "Yes, he's a bit of what we are. But only a tinnee little bit. Just cuz you’ve known him all your life doesn’t mean he gets that honor, you hear me! You’re three years old. You’ll get to meet many more people of worth in this lifetime!"

‘You do realize it’s still early, right? ‘Well, excuse me for being excited!’ Uncle Jayden shot back. ‘Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this?’ ‘We? You mean you've been waiting,’ Aidan corrected. ‘And you’re already acting like it’s your pup.’ ‘It’s my niece or nephew! Same thing!’ Jayden retorted, and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. ‘It’s actually grandniece or grandnephew,’ Uncle Aidan rebuts. ‘Damn. Are we that old already?’ Uncle Jayden gasped.

“Well. This is unexpected.” Kai nodded stiffly. “Darius, this is Summer. And... Kai,” I said, my voice strained. “Summer’s uncle.” Darius raised an eyebrow. “Uncle?” He turned to Summer. “I thought he was your boyfriend for a second.” Summer laughed, wide-eyed. “Oh no! Ew, no offense, Kai.” “None taken,” Kai replied flatly. I stared at Darius. “Wait—you know him?” Darius gave a half-smile. “We’ve crossed paths in the business world.”

He laughed and I was happy I could relieve a bit of tension for him, "What happened to Uncle anyway, I thought he had an adoptive daughter, Luna Stacey's niece?" He sighed, "yea I can't remember her name, Racheal, Roe, something like that, anyway she doesn't want it, she says she has her business’, and she really isn't in our bloodline, it makes sense. Uncle hasn't been right since Luna Stacey passed, they were older anyway," he sighed, "I'm taking some of my best with me, I leave next week."

He didn’t come to silence you. “Good afternoon, sobrino,” my uncle said. He walked over to my desk and sat in the black swivel chair. My uncle always called me ‘sobrino’ which means nephew in Spanish. My father and he grew up speaking both Spanish and English, both of them having thick accents from my grandfather who had grown up in Spain and moved here at eighteen. My father had been too busy to teach me much and my uncle was always trying, but I never paid much attention because I preferred to play video games with Jace instead. Now that I was older, I wished I would have let him teach me.

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

he replied, like it was the obvious answer to a question I hadn't asked. I stared at him. "Missed me? It hasn't even been—what—twenty-four hours. And what does that have to do with anything? I asked you a question." He glanced at me, dark eyes unwavering. "I don't care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his uncle mean I can't?" "Being his uncle means we can't be doing any of this," I said, turning fully toward him, arms folding beneath my chest. "I thought you were a friend. A business partner, at worst. Not family. Not a whole generation apart from me."