When The Uncle Steps In Novels & Stories

"What? You’ll tell me that again? That you didn’t force me to do those things?" I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly until my scalp burned. I screamed. I was losing my mind. What the hell is happening? I screamed again and closed my eyes. Then I saw myself. I was standing in our living room. Uncle Win and his family were there. "Say hi to your Aunt Lianne, Kell," Uncle Win said, introducing them. He took Mom’s hand and pressed the back of it to his forehead in respect. Then he looked around, leaned in, and whispered something to my uncle. They both chuckled.

The time when by natural and at two on the dot the doorbell rang. Standing in the hallway, I felt my anger awakening. Then I walked towards the front door and opened it, fixing my gaze on all sixteen of my uncles. After stepping aside, they walked into the hallway, and when my last uncle entered, I shut the door and said, “I guess Uncle Change passed my message on.” My uncles said no words to me as they ignored my statement and headed for the living room. They were all seated when I walked into the room. “Where is your little girlfriend?” Uncle Watts asked, glowering at me.

I was going to do my own thing. After showering, I put on lotion and sunscreen, got dressed, and was ready for the day. I didn’t even bother to have breakfast. I planned to walk around and look for gifts for my family, but I was stunned when I opened the door to see Benjamin. He was like a gum stuck on my shoe; annoying and wouldn’t go away. My smile was wiped right off my face and was replaced with a glare. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “This is my uncle’s suite.”

Due to his size, he managed to knock her down first. He was about to strike her again, but her grandmother intervened, hitting him with a cane. "You're such a nuisance! Your niece just arrived, and look at what you're doing!" She aimed for his legs, and the cane struck hard. "Ouch, Mommy!" he cried out. "Maine, defend me!" She blocked her uncle and held him by the arms. "Go, Grandma! Avenge me!" "Traitor!" Her uncle tried to break free, unintentionally hitting her with the cane.

“Ellie, call him and remind him. Maybe he has forgotten.” “Maybe he’s stuck in a traffic jam. Or maybe he started late. I’ll call him after half an hour, maybe.” Mom sat with Granny Rose, fretting over Uncle Stephen’s absence. I joined the girls to devour the hors d’oeuvres. “Mm, this is to die for!” I reached out for a third helping of the bourbon cocktail sausages. “I prefer the hot and spicy chicken wings.” Alecia offered me one. There was a stir near the main entrance, and we turned to check. I saw Uncle Stephen arrive with his parents and friends. He went straight to meet Mom, and I smiled. They looked so adorable together.

He strode toward me, admiration written all over his face. "Beautiful," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous." I couldn't help but grin. Just then, a familiar voice echoed from outside. My heart clenched, and my hands tightened involuntarily. I hadn't expected John to come here. Matt rested a calming hand on my shoulder before turning to leave the room. Outside, John rushed toward him, desperation written all over his face. "Uncle, lend me your phone. Please." Matt narrowed his eyes, giving his ungrateful nephew a cold, assessing look. "What do you need it for?" he asked icily.

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

He was huge and enormous and I wondered how he managed to fit inside. He took a step towards me, and I instinctively recoiled. “Are you sure it was a mistake, Zelda?” His voice was calm, almost too calm. “Or are you just saying that because it feels like the right thing to say?” My mouth opened, then closed. I believed he had no idea who I was, that I was his nephew’s mate. We’d never had a proper introduction. The only time I’d ever seen him was a brief glimpse at the pack house, engrossed in a discussion and completely oblivious to my presence. Claus had caught me staring then, his face contorted in anger, accusing me of admiring his uncle like a whore. His words had stung but they weren't

Ava threatened. “You— His words ran back down his throat when he saw the door open and his uncle stepping in. “What is going on here?”

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.