When The Uncle Steps In Novels & Stories

me. “What the hell am I even thinking?” I slapped my forehead. He was going to be my step uncle in two weeks. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him. It was morally –and every-other-way-possible– wrong. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see my mother staring intently at me, and that was when I realized she had been calling my name, but I was lost in my thoughts. “You look stunning. This is the dress, mom,” I spluttered, trying to incorporate cheeriness I didn’t feel, into my voice.

Just as the uncle was about to walk away, Keenan said, "I won't let her go." One punch sent Lily's staggering husband stumbling to the floor. It shocked the aunt who had never seen such a violent scene before. "He's my only nephew!" Uncle began to grip the collared shirt Keenan was wearing. "How dare you make fun of him, huh?" "Dear, patience!" his frightened-looking wife admonished. "We can talk it over." "I need your help." The words just now made Uncle nod in understanding. "What? Just say it! I'll take care of the necessary things as soon as possible so that Lily doesn't have to deal with rich people like you!"

Like she was on the edge of something. Life or death, I wasn’t sure. Suddenly, Uncle laughed. Loudly. That kind of laugh that crawled under your skin and made your stomach twist. I stepped back instinctively. “How many times do I have to tell you to come here?!” My body tensed because he snapped, but I moved toward him this time. Slowly, cautiously, I walked up to him and sat beside him on the couch. I didn’t want to, but I needed to play this smart.

Mom said, making my eyes widen in disbelief. I looked toward my step-uncle, who looked nothing surprised—as if he knew. I was moving in with him. How was I supposed to resist him in the same house? I was thinking of letting go of him. I knew it wouldn’t be possible—but I could try, or manage with just the memories of those three nights. Even though it felt wrong—it felt like a crime to even see him in a dream. As he had an identity now. He was no longer my Mr. Stranger. He was my step-uncle now.

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

came a familiar voice from outside. Their uncle stepped into the tent with a half-smile and a commanding air. "Uncle! You're here." Geri grinned and went to give him a one-armed hug. "Yes, Geri, I am here. Now quit talking about fresh pussies and come along—you might meet your mate, who knows?" Macon said, brushing dust off his fur-lined robe.

Theo’s jaw dropped, rendered completely speechless, though he tried frantically to maintain his tough façade. Beside them on the sofa, a tiny, satisfied smile tugged at Kimberly’s lips. Finnick pressed on, his tone unyielding. “I will repeat it once more: if anyone dares lay a hand on her again, they make an enemy out of me.” A bright, uncontrollable flush spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. ‘Is... is Uncle actually playing the role of my knight in shining armor right now?!’ Theo pointed an aggressive finger at his own chest, his voice rising in disbelief. “I am your blood nephew, Uncle! Why on earth are you protecting her?!” He gestured frantically toward Kimberly.

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness