Uncle Rad Bluey Novels & Stories

When we reached the corner where we always split, he paused. “Do you wanna come over?” he asked. I blinked. “To your place?” He nodded. “My brother works late. You’d be safe.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.” --- Blue’s house was smaller than I expected. A two-bedroom rental tucked behind a bakery, with peeling paint on the front porch and a cracked window that had been patched with duct tape. Inside, it smelled like lemon cleaner and old wood. He kicked off his shoes by the door and motioned toward the couch. “You can sit.”

Please? Me: Stop using the puppy eyes. It’s manipulation. Bluey: It's working though. Yes? Me: Fine. You’re lucky you have a good face. Bluey: See you tomorrow then. Don't die of boredom watching vampires. 🦇 Me: Fuck off. Going back to my movie. I tossed the phone onto the bed, feeling a weird, hollow sense of peace. Bluey was safe, he was stupid, and he was the exact kind of distraction I needed to stop the shaking in my hands.

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

But he will never tell that to Kevin, because he would never help to hurt Ida. Kevin frowned. 'Who is this guy? What is his vendetta with my uncle?' Kevin thought. Tony saw the wheels turning in Kevin's head. So he started to convince Kevin to help them. "Leo Hamilton and I had a very old rivalry. He killed my mother. I want to kill him too. So I need your help" he bluffed. Kevin turned pale. He out of all people knows that it's impossible to kill his uncle. The concept of killing his uncle is scary. He doesn't like Leo, but not to the point of killing him.

His eyes fixed far too boldly on my upper body. "Carmen, why are you showering in the middle of the day? How about you let me help you scrub your back?" he joked, his hand already reaching out. But before his hand could touch me, Uncle Grant grabbed him and dragged him back out. It seemed like Uncle Grant had returned right after Larry came in. "Out," Uncle Grant snapped. He then quickly tossed the new sports bra in through the gap in the door and left in a hurry. I quickly finished my shower and changed into a clean set of clothes.

Who is mated to who and who hasn't found their mate yet? Speaking about late crawlers, Andrea for example was a bum shuffler and the elders all laughed at how he hopped around like a frog when he was supposed to crawl. As a way to retaliate, Andrea tells me which uncles and aunts are the coolest. My parents and his mom are listed among the coolest, for example. Diana is fifty percent cool while the remaining fifty percent is mental (his words not mine). Not the deranged kind of mental, mind you. His dad, Atlas is too old fashioned to be considered cool and our Granduncle, Beowulf, the only one alive from his generation, snores like a freight train. That last revelation earns him a slap to th

Miles: Oh God, how is me and Lilly gonna explain that we can smell her arousal and it's thick, definitely an Alpha scent. Blaine:I don't know, man, I do not know ,I'll talk to the twins later. end mindlinking " Hey Jade, why don't you hop in the shower and y'all get some lunch or something, or you y'all can cancel class and go shopping for tomorrow, ok ? Uncle Miles says. Yes , Blaine, do you think Bodhi and Boone want to come to? I ask my Uncle Miles. Yes, I can surely say without a doubt they do. Blaine says.

“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.”

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.