Uncle Tetsu Novels & Stories

Naturally, this shocked everyone. Knowing that Masaru was still his uncle, Takuya was first to react by running over to the collapsed man while yelling, “Second uncle!” Watching as Takuya kneeled by his side before helping him up, Masaru—who had an agonizing expression on his face now—desperately gasped for air while saying, “P-pills… My pills…!” Nodding in response, Takuya searched around his uncle’s coat and soon found a tiny white bottle. Slipping a black pill out, Takuya then yelled, “Water! Hurry!”

Tess ordered, her knees were going jelly from all of the news she heard previously. Ruben understood Tess’s intentions. He held her by the waist for support while Aiden carried little Luuk onto his arms. Both of them stared at each other for a good minute. “You look like mother.” “Yes, I am her uncle.” “What does that make you to me? Grand uncle?” “This rascal. You can call me Uncle. Grand uncle makes me sound a little too old.” “But aren’t you old.” Luuk said with a straight face. Aiden: “…”

What a scourge. "Uncle, go home with me tonight. I'll give you a lot of money, as long as you sleep with me. Just this once." Did she think of him as a… gigolo? But being called "uncle"... Fredrik pinched her chin, held her little head and with his sexy thin lips curled: "Uncle? Am I that old?" Muah. "It's soft, not bad." Eliza was so drunk, she just knew that she liked the taste of this man. She saw his mouth approach and kissed him without thinking. It didn't turn out to be bad, at least she didn't feel disgusted.

For a second, the coldness flickered, replaced by that dark, unreadable intensity from the elevator. "Don't test the limits of my patience, Elara. I have a lot of ways to make sure you follow the rules. Some of them you won't like." "Is that a threat, Uncle?" I threw the name at him like a weapon. His jaw tightened so hard I heard it click. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air in the room felt thick enough to choke on. "It’s a fact. Go to school." The door shut behind him with a sharp, final sound.

Kevin found his uncle Leo in the gym punching the sandbag. He is shirtless and his sweat shorts are loosely hanging around his hips. His eight-pack abs and toned physique are on display. Kevin on the other hand is slim, but not toned. He is too lazy to work out a sweat to tone his body. "Uncle, did you want something to talk to me?" Kevin asked his uncle politely, with a hint of fear and anger. He is scared of Leo, but also Jealous that Ida chose his uncle over him.

I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat. I brought the car to a stop in front of a warehouse. Alejandro and Tico stood by the entrance. Julian stepped out of the car slowly and remained by it. I signalled at him to come. He looked around, as if searching for an escape plan. He pushed his hands into his pocket. “Who’s this?” Alejandro asked as he looked Julian over. “Julian. He's my nephew.” They exchanged glances and Tico smirked. “What are you now? A baby sitter?”

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.

“I believe everything will become clearer once we proceed with the reading of the will and testament.” Ares gave a small nod and took the last empty seat at the long table, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he sat. He moved with the kind of calm confidence that only made the rest of us look more rattled. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I searched his face for any resemblance to Derek — the same strong jaw, maybe, or the shape of the eyes — but it wasn’t obvious. If he was telling the truth, that would make him Derek’s uncle. Yet he didn’t look old enough. Maybe four years older than Derek at most. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that same quiet intensity, but softer around the edges somehow.

Luckily my mum was not around to ask me questions. * * * * * * The next morning came in a rush; my mum barged into my room to wake me up even before seven. “Get dressed; we are going to visit Katherine’s family. Her uncle, who is a mafia don, flew into the country just to see you. So you better be of best behaviour. ” She said it with so much excitement that it immediately made me hate the man. “Mafia? Since when did royalties start mixing with mafia business? I asked.

Richard stated with a chuckle. “Let’s not get too cocky Father-in-law, remember what he did to the last people who sold counterfeit guns under his name,” Richard gulped, he remembered vividly. What Alex had done was an open secret. He had tortured those men for three days, then he turned them into a human stick { cutting their hands and their legs making them resemble a stick} then he fed them to his pet tiger. Felix noticed Mr. Hugo’s expression but he pretended not to see. His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation.