Uncle Novels & Stories

He looked like a man who was winning his war. As the front door closed, Finn looked up from his pancakes. "Mommy, is Uncle Eric going to be my new Daddy?" The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been dreading this. How do you explain the complexities of the past to a five-year-old? "Do you want him to be your daddy?" I asked, gauging his reaction. "I like Uncle Eric. I wouldn't mind," he said simply, taking a big bite of food. I took a deep breath. "Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum."

John glanced at the snowflakes on his shoulders and asked in a deep voice, “Are you going to answer my question or not?” To his shock, Lala shot back, “I’m not obligated to.” John’s face fell. Gloomily, he said, “You can be with anybody—but not my uncle. I don’t want you to have anything to do with him. Stay away from him.” He turned around and was about to leave, but he paused at the door and glanced back. His gaze landed on the table, where he spotted the live boxing ticket. He sneered. “Don’t think too highly of yourself. My uncle forgot the promise he made to you. If he hadn’t seen the ticket in my hands, he wouldn’t have re

“Oh, my goodness. This needs us to go to the Jacuzzi. I want you to tell me all the details.” “Are you not listening to me? I can’t go out on a date.” “Uncle, that’s not fair.” “Why am I not surprised?” he exhales. “I need you to submit the reports about the court cases, and that’s final.” He storms out of the room. “Who is your date?” Linda asks as if her uncle didn’t walk out of the room like he wanted to throw something against the wall. “Nam Ji-Hwan.” “No!” she gasps. Her hands are on her cheeks, and her eyes are as wide as plates; it’s almost comical.

She only knew the name from the family tree Roman had sketched out for her weeks ago, back when all of this had seemed like nothing more than office politics — Gerald's younger brother, the one who'd been passed over for control of the company twice, first in favor of Gerald, and then in favor of Roman. "Your own brother," Roman said, disbelief and fury warring in his voice. "You think my uncle had something to do with my father's death, and you've let him sit on the board for six years without saying a word?" "I didn't have proof," Margaret said. "I still don't. All I have is a feeling I've carried since the morning they found your father's body — that Edmund

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

She shout/whispered and left. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't hurt. I decided to leave home. Once I reached home, I saw papa's car too. But he usually is not home at this hour. I went inside to meet dad and my uncle. "Hello" i greet them. Uncle is my dad's brother. Dad have 3 brothers. "Hi. Look at this big boy" uncle jumped up, smack my shoulder and choked me by hugging. I coughed hard, "yeah. How are you."

“How time flies…" “Who's he, mom?” Herzl whispered inaudibly to his mother. “I don't think I have seen him anywhere related to you, but he seems old.” “Yes, you can refer to him as grandfather.” Ciara cited in response. “He is mummy's uncle —your granduncle.” “I'll call him granduncle instead, I'm used to calling uncles —adding grand to it won't hurt, right mom?” He uttered in a quick yet smart voice.

"Do you have a date or something?" "No! Gerry is coming over!" I blurted out. "I see," Uncle raised one eyebrow in amusement. Even at his mature age of fifty-two, he was still a handsome man. Gabz's little nickname for him was the Sexy-Silver-Fox. Uncle always tried to shelter his blush whenever Gabz would address him by her name for him. As for Aunty, she found it inappropriate. "It's not like that, we're Just acquaintances." Why did I just say that? I sounded guilty of something.

Mom is straight forward. "Will do," my uncle said and then drink his tea. My female cousins ​​were silent on one side while the two boys were talking on their cellphones. Their tone are a little angry. The old lady stroked my hair and mom squeezed my hand. I was surprised when uncle Julio dropped the tea cup and cursed, "That stupid adopted, idiot!" he said, "I will kill him!" My mouth almost drop out of shocked. This family is a bit confusing. That man in a cloak is related to me all this time?!