Uncle Novels & Stories

"S-she's Kenneth's wife.. K-Kenneth is your nephew, your presence is also equally i-important." Alexander's expression remained unyielding, his hands elegantly folded behind his back. "I won't attend anything that doesn't benefit me. Don't involve me in such trivial matters again." Trivial matters? Someone's death meant so little to him? Andrew suddenly intervened, placing a hand on Alexander's shoulder. "Brother, don't be like this. The press will spread gossip if you're absent from the funeral." Alexander's gaze shifted to his shoulder, his eyes lingering on Andrew's hand before snapping to his face and Andrew withdrew his hand hastily followed by a nervous chuckle. "I-I didn't mean—"

"It means you'll always have more people who love you. But I'm your father, Luca. You and Mia…you're my everything.” Luca looked up at him and furrowed his little brow as the meaning of Rafael's words digested. "But Uncle Alex takes care of us. Is he not our daddy too?" Mia stared at them, clutching her stuffed animal tightly. "Uncle Alex is fun…is he still our daddy?"

come down quickly, I have great news for everyone! - I'm coming, Uncle. He's really happy, he's going to be a dad! Only happiness for the family! I go down and he opens his arms to me: - My son, the family is going to grow! I'm so happy! - I don't understand, Uncle! Aunt is pregnant, she's going to give you a little brother or sister! - Is that true? But that's wonderful news! My aunt, congratulations. I approach her and hold her tightly while spanking her buttocks, as my uncle isn't paying attention!

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

But in here there was only cold, clean air and the faint smell of wet grass from the garden. I didn't know when she had started doing that. I didn't know anything about her at all. And now I never would, because he had taken her. My uncle. Just thinking the word made my hands curl into fists against my knees. The bastard son my grandfather hid for thirty-five years, who walked into the reading of the will like he owned the room and then took every single thing that was supposed to be mine. Sixty percent of my family's company. The east wing. The head of the table. The respect of a board that had watched me work my whole adult life for that company, and then fe

"Sam, I love ya. We're best friends and I've told you before, your just too black and white. This stuff happens a lot more than you want to admit." "Yeah, maybe with guys with Technicolor hair or weird clothes, but my father is an Ironworker, a Navy veteran and I can tell you from personal observation he fucks my mom like crazy. I think my Uncle drugged him or something." George paused, "So what's your Uncle like?" "Oh, he's so different from my dad. They're non-fraternal twins. Uncle Al has a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. He's an author, writes thrillers, good ones."

I whispered. After a while, Harrison left. I was still lost in the aftermath of everything when my phone rang, shattering the silence. I hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “Ruby,” my father said warmly. “It’s Dad.” “Hey, Dad,” I replied. “What’s going on?” “Your uncle is back,” he said. “He wants to meet you.” I frowned. “Uncle? I’ve never met him. Which uncle?” “He’s my brother, and also your godfather. He left years ago. He only saw you the day you were born. He doesn’t even know your name.”

Eager to meet who, as if I rolled my eyes. Uncle Ben’s laughter echoed through the table, oblivious to the small war happening beside him. “Adrian, you must meet my wife, Angela. And these are my nieces, Lily, Ava and where’s that brother of mine?” Uncle asked looking around for My dad “He must have gone off somewhere to drink” I whispered in his ears “That brother of mine, when exactly will he grow up?” My uncle asked shaking his head “Never” I murmured to myself. Thankfully Uncle Ben didn’t hear that otherwise I would be receiving lectures on how he's my father an

Garrick blurted out, stepping closer with wide eyes. "Damn, this family really does have a mountain of hidden tea that nobody ever talks about." "Yes, Garrick, that is why I am technically your uncle—your father's own brother by blood, even if I was raised as his nephew," my uncle grinned, leaning back against the sofa. "So don't think just because I am thirty two years old, I can't be your uncle, and yes am not that old." "Oh, I get it now," I giggled, wiping away the last of my tears.

Yeah cus she is one. **** We kids were all in the parlor upstairs watching Henry Danger when my phone rang and I realized it was a number. I ignored it but it kept ringing so I went out and picked it and waited for the person to speak first. Assalamu Alikum. A deep masculine familiar voice said. OMG is it... Waalaikumus salaam please who is it? I then heard a chuckle. Like seriously... It's uncle Mustapha. Like seriously wai uncle Mustapha. The definition of an uncle is a brother to your mom or dad. Maybe he's own dictionary is different.