Uncle Novels & Stories

She’s probably here to say something that’ll just ruin my mood. Kiera smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gestured with her hands. “I have good news, Frank.” The words caught his attention. Slowly, he looked up, searching her face. She wasn’t known for “good news”—not for him, anyway. “What’s the good news, Mom?” he asked, genuinely curious, a little wary. Kiera’s smile widened. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, looking almost pleased with herself. “I spoke with your uncle Zach early this morning,” she began. “After a long time, I finally heard something positive.”

maybe it was the way the light reflected in his eyes, but I could swear I saw his eyes flash amber. “Why?” I squared my shoulders. “Who are you to make that decision for me?” I was both upset and turned on by the fact that he thought he could control me that way. He smiled and cocked his head to the side. “I’m your uncle, remember?” My body tingled, and I knew it was more than that. Way more than that.

She continued. "She is special to me," I said with a shrug, deciding to end the ruse and cool off the space. "She is the daughter of my sister so she has more rights than you and anybody else." "You're an uncle?" Andrea's brows lifted in disbelief, as if she never once thought that I was capable of being one. "Very much so and you were all lewd and dirty to the poor girl," I said, turning the tables around on her. "We had no idea." There was relief in Andrea's voice, as if she had told herself that the competition was gone.

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

her grandmother scolded him, "let's go upstairs." "You haven't experienced it yet, that's why you think like that, uncle," she teased. "You don't know the meaning of love." "I don't want serious relationships, I might age quickly," he replied. "Especially if the girl is like you, it seems like I'll have a headache for life." He immediately jokingly choked his uncle, "It's a good thing no one likes you, you jerk." Demi couldn't stop laughing as she watched the two of them.

It turned out that the man who made Selly hysterical like that was Uncle Matthew. "Nyla!" Uncle Matthew raised his hand, waving at me. Suddenly, Selly, beside me, turned her head in confusion. "Nyla." Selly shook my arm. "Do you know that handsome man? Tell me, who is he? Is he your boyfriend?" "Ah, come on, seriously." I exhaled harshly. "He's my uncle." Selly covered her mouth with both hands. "Your uncle?" I nodded. Seeing her reaction, I had a bad feeling that she would be even more hysterical than this. "Alright, see you later, Selly."

His face was the same structure as Arnold, as it was always said like father like son. "Uncle, that's unfair. Do you have to be so mean to me, am only hugging aunt and she lives it too?" Jace muttered in a teasing tone, he knew his uncle would blow up soon but he wanted to see that happen. His uncle was the possessive kind of man, he never let anyone close to his wife.

" He say as he sip his drink. I could see the disappointment on his face. "She will. She does have feelings for you. Just give her a little more time" Edwin say. I found out that Aunt Babe is dad's youngest sister and Uncle Christian is aunt Christen's twin. They both attended the same high school and college. I think uncle is in love with Aunt Babe but she seems to be rejecting him. But uncle seem to be a nice guy. He smiles a lot and is so focused too, judging by the way he has been talking about his work. Any woman will be happy to have him. I hope he gets his heart desire.

”Baby, you are wet,” he murmured, covering his fingers with my come and presenting it to me before placing it in his mouth. He was ready to devour me when his phone began to ring. He ignored it at first, then grumbled when it started ringing again. “What?” He questioned, annoyed. “Wait there,” he urged before ending the conversation. “What happened?” I inquired. “Sorry, baby.” Uncle grumbled and continued, “I forgot, I have one brother,” while zipping his pants and donning his t-shirt. “Henry is at the door,” Uncle stated as he entered my wardrobe, bringing a long loose t-shirt and underpants.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”