Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

The Uncle held out his hand in front of Nora. The little girl shook her head with a sneer. "Come on, let your blood dry quickly, dear." "Ti Teya said you can't go with strangers!" said Nora. "Oh, you think Uncle is a foreigner?" the man laughed, a laugh that didn't reach his eyes, "Maybe Daddy hasn't introduced Uncle to you yet,that's why you think Uncle is a stranger. Even though Uncle is Daddy's friend. Anyone who comes to this ridiculous party is Daddy's friend. Don't you understand?"

I was meant to be running far away from him, and somehow, I end up with his uncle the next day. “Donatello Konstatin,” his gruff reply came. “In the flesh.” He was right. That is why he was so familiar. “My God, I thought you weren't real.” He looked surprised by that. “Why would you think that? “You never came around. Even for our weddings, even during family nights,” I replied. “I am a busy man.” Yes, he was. Marcus had talked with pride about his uncle many times, and now face to face with the man, I could see why exactly he was in awe of him.

I asked because it appears that the men I bumped into earlier weren't simple. Their aura was choking just like Tyson's, but he had grace with his, while those men had brutality. They looked really dangerous, and even though my uncle is a scum, I don't think he should be involved with those men. “It’s nothing you should be concerned about, what you should be more concerned about is making Tyson Reed head over heels for you, and I think you are doing a good job.” “A good job? What did you mean by that?” I asked. “Did you not go to his house today to seduce him, I appreciate the effort, but don't just play around with him make sure you tricked him into tying the knot.” My uncle said, and I felt

his uncle asked again. Abigail turned and smiled slyly at her uncle. "I don't want to surpass you, Uncle," she said mockingly. "I'm afraid you'll suffer from being the only old bachelor in Grandma's family." The girl then poured the onions into the pan, accompanied by the sizzling sound of oil. "Besides, I still want to be a single bridesmaid. Moreover, I'm not ready to be tied to anyone," she replied while stirring her dish, creating an enticing aroma.

Little Terry looked at his uncle in surprise. "Uncle, are more crocodiles coming to the door? And telling you to get out? You tell *them* to get out first." Just hearing the voice, you knew who it was. Why was that Grand Uncle from the Reed family so annoying? A deep chill flickered in Gilbert’s eyes. "His skin is thick, and his methods are dark. He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of 'get out'." Gilbert had always known that Tony was a man without principles.

My uncle practically sprints out of the room like his life depended on it and slams the door closed. My legs are still locked around Zerrin's waist, and he let out a laugh, throwing his head back. I, on the other hand, did not find this funny at all. Instead, my face turned red from embarrassment at being caught fucking my Lord of all people. It is supposed to be a one-night thing with Lord Zerrin after all. "My uncle is probably scarred for life and so am I with the knowledge that he has seen me having sex." However, my embarrassment can wait until tomorrow. I didn't get my release and neither did my Master's.

He asked bluntly, leaving even angry Zara stunned. He got up, walking toward Kendrick, “Because from what I’ve noticed you’ve been doing the latter.” He leaned in whispering to Kendrick ear, “Don’t forget you are her ex-husband’s uncle.” Kendrick scoffed, shoving Ace’s hand off his shoulder, “Step Uncle.” He corrected in a whisper, then he rose facing Ace head on, “And, it’s not a taboo." The ladies stared in confusion, as their conversation became less and less audible.

Uncle. The word lands in the room like a small stone dropped in still water. I watch it happen in real time — Liam's polite, faintly amused expression, Joanna's easy confidence, the Colonel's fond smile. And something in my stomach does something entirely involuntary and entirely unwelcome. Uncle. She's calling him uncle because of the age gap and the formality, the way young people sometimes do in certain families. I know that. I know it's a cultural habit, a term of respect, not a claim.

Marcellus Gregory—the man who supposedly died, the man who just threatened to drill a ring into my bone—is my uncle? What the fuck? …. NOTE: There is no incest or taboo relationship in this book. See you in the next chapter!

The veins on his forehead popped out, to show how indignant this uncle of mine is. “What's wrong? Is it a crime for me to masturbate? Damn it, other girls are doing it!” “But not to the thoughts of their uncles!” “Then, do you mean I can do it to the thoughts of other guys?” “No.” His outburst made me raise a brow. “No?”