We Happy Few: Uncle Jack Novels & Stories

He smiled at her. Emily smiled with happiness from his words. She nodded her head. Jack wiped her tears with a tissue. Emily wept and Jack held her tightly in his arms. Her four uncles came around her and wrapped their arms around her. Emily let out more tears and started to cry even more. After a while Emily settled down. Emily have her five beloved uncles.

Jack hurried over to Uncle Harry’s place. He wanted to get back to his wife quickly. He saw Uncle Harry loading sacks on to a cart. Jack rushed over to help. “Godfather” Jack called out as he bend down to pick a sack and load it. “Jack…” Harry laughed “I thought you guys have forgotten when I didn’t see you yesterday.” “That…” Jack scratched the back of his head; his face filling with an unnatural color. How could he tell Godfather that he forgot time staring at his wife?

Joe suggested. "What for, Uncle?" Clara was surprised. "You already know all my family members; I also want you to know what my job is!" Joe showed his seriousness to Clara. "Uncle is a CEO!" Clara said. "What's that?" "The title of a novel I want to write, of course, it will have a happy ending because Uncle Joe and Clara will live happily ever after!" Clara answered casually. "Go to sleep! What, do you want me to seduce you?" Joe joked, his smile adorning his lips. Clara always made him happy with her simple jokes.

he says, "I will," she lets go smiling at him and walking back to the table as he makes his out of the cafeteria, "Okay, no I must be having a nightmare," Alice says, "This isn't true. You guys heard something different right?" she utters, "I don't understand what is going on," Jack says making us look at him in shock, "What?" he says confused, "Have you been living under a rock," Sally continues, "Alice's uncle is coming into town. Uncle Theo. Her dad is going to pick him up right now," She says shaking her head at Jack,

Rick answered, “pretty interesting. Met a guy named Max Jones.” “He came back?” Faith interrupted. "You know him?” “Kind of,” she said. “He was looking for your Uncle Jack the day before Thanksgiving. Saw me on the street and asked me if I’d seen him lately. Said they were supposed to meet but your uncle wasn’t answering his phone.” “Yeah,” Rick said. “Uncle Jack always tried to answer, even if it was just to say, ‘I can’t talk, I’ll call you back’. And he never failed to return a call.”

Jack chants over and over. "For the love of the gods will someone get that old man out of my pool?!" I snarl over my shoulder. Several pack members rush to the pool all jumping in after Jack as he continues to shout and yell nonsense. It takes five of my underlings to remove Jack from the pool and an additional two with my father to get him into the back of a car to send him home. "Wow! It's been a long time since we've seen Crazy Uncle Jack!" Kali exclaims as she laughs and holds her sides.

the sad uncle asked in 'dejection'. "Of course! You took my favorite doll without my permission and broke her legs!" she rebutted. The unloved twin uncle sighed in defeat. "That was a year ago, baby.It was an accident! Forgive and forget, my cute baby girl. Come hug me, okay?" the twin in brown t-shirt begged. "Ahem..." Jack cleared his throat. "You all forgot about me, right?" Jack asked. The twins smiled and head to Jack. "Long time no see, bro." they shook hands with Jack.

On other days, she felt not so blessed to have her around. She always impressed on Mia what she thought was ideal and acceptable in society. "Who's the man?" Mrs. Jackson inquired. Mia, after a careful thought, "Derrick's uncle." Mrs. Jackson's eyes gaped in disbelief. "Corinth?" Mia kept quiet. And, her silence only meant consent. "Poor child," Mrs. Jackson uttered in disapproval. "You mean Corinth Stones, the Billionaire?" Mia retained her silence.

I shrugged. "Hmmm." His chest rumbled with that sound. I slowly felt his hands move from my arms toward my breasts. A smile made its way to my face. "If I fucked you real good for some time, would you know?" "Absolutely." I whispered, my breath becoming shallow. It was still hard to believe that I had slowly fallen into such pattern with my husband's uncle. And it felt so good. "That's good then. I have a present for you." Oh no...

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”