When The Uncle Steps In Novels & Stories

I moved away from them so that I wouldn't listen to their conversation any longer and wouldn't be irritated by their laughter. I was the first person to reach the door. I was about to open the door and enter when I heard my uncle. "Go on, my dear, before Stephan loses his sh*t and decides to attack little old me." "His face is red like blood; it is just like when he was a little kid; once he doesn't get his way, he will sulk till the end of time; he was such a baby at that time," he said to her. I heard her giggle softly like she was trying to restrain herself because she knew that I could hear her.

Soon daddy showed up in the doorway and spoke back to his guest. “Leave your clothes in the living room. We’ll be waiting for you in the master bedroom.” He smiled at me as he walked in and sat down in his recliner. “Showtime, Stephie,” he whispered to me. “Are you ready to be fucked?” I nodded at him and stared expectantly at the doorway. I gasped with surprise as I recognized the man who walked in, jerking his semi-erect meat. “Uncle Fred!” My uncle walked up to the bedside and smiled at me. “Yes, Steph,” he said. “When I heard that your dad was having you fucked I insisted on having a piece of you. Fortunately my friend who’d booked you for today didn’t mind sharing.”

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

"But you’re willing to be with Atlas? He’s practically your uncle. How is that any different?" "It’s not the same," I shot back, trying to find the logic. "I’ve known you since we were kids, Theo. We grew up together." "Maybe that's exactly why it matters more," he said. I sat there, caught between the man who had just saved my life and the man who claimed to own it. No matter which way I turned, I was deeper in this than I ever intended to be. A stepbrother and an uncle.

“Perfect.” I curled into myself, knees drawn up to my chest, pressing my hands against my ears as if that could block the world. The ache in my cheek throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My lips quivered, blood drying at the corners. My uncle stepped back finally, towering over me, and spat on the floor. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice calm now, cold. “You’ll be introduced properly. You’ll go. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

She had chosen that path herself, so she deserved the coming reckoning. Uncle Jared was convinced that Mom would, without fail, handle the matter with Matt. He planned to wait until I had finished raising Matt, at which point he would formally claim him, mirroring Mom's strategy. He anticipated gaining a cash cow with zero effort on his part. He cheerfully made his way back home, having no idea of the disaster awaiting him. He had just walked in when he found his in-laws and several intimidating men in the living room. He flinched in surprise, then turned to Aunt Heather, who calmly said that they were all relatives.

“The guy who came to get you… Is he…. ?” “My uncle,” I answered quickly. “Oh” Owen sounded a bit more assured with the answer. “I’m also sorry about Jack” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Jack?” “Yes uhm, my boyfriend. He saw us kiss and that was why he came up to you. But your uncle already got you justice” he let out a nervous chuckle and I just stood there dumbfounded I didn’t think Owen’s boyfriend would be a full grown man who pins down young adults at the club.

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

Uncle's hands shivered as he pleaded, tears rolled down his cheek. “Uncle?" I called in an alarm. Aunt rose to her hurriedly, dragging her feet till she got to me. “Aldo?!" She gasped. One of the men stepped forward, he gave uncle a resounding slap that made him fall back. My chest dropped. I scampered and ran out to meet them. Uncle's clothes were soaked in sweat and tears. "Please, Spare me!!!” Uncle pleaded, my chest twisted with disgust. Uncle always does this; borrowing and never able to pay back.