Zuko's Uncle Name Novels & Stories

“Was?." “Yeah, i thought you were the one who had cancelled until I saw your step uncle answer the door and eye me as if he wanted to put a bullet in my head for taking interest in you." I tried to hide my expression of shock but he caught it on time and he laughed. " I knew it." “Knew what?." “That you were fucking your uncle. I saw him climb down your window some time last week, manliest thing I ever saw, the guy worked his way down two stories with his bare hands and feet... I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side."

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.

“Who are they?” Mama smiled softly and brushed his hair. “They’re your uncle and aunt, cariño. Zake is your father’s younger brother. Zenna is his older sister.” Ash stared at them like he’d just realized he had more adults to torment. “You’re an uncle too?” Ash pointed at Zake. Zake blinked and pointed at himself. “I’m a very handsome uncle.” Zach scoffed. “Biggest lie of the century.” Krystal patted Zoe’s thigh. “Don’t repeat that, Zoe.”

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

the voice said authoritatively. Johnson darted his gaze around, searching for whoever it was that had spoken. It was then I noticed. I had fallen off Moonstone borders and into forbidden territory. The rogues and Moonstone pack were enemies because of their leaders. The Rogue Lord was the feared Duncan… Johnson's uncle, who had been banished from Moonstone pack decades ago for murder. When Johnson noticed where he was, he was equally startled, a flicker of unease passing through his eyes. We were the ones trespassing.

"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.

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

This was the same chair where I had once sat on Soren’s lap, laughing until my stomach hurt while Caspian watched us with warm eyes and Julian read poetry aloud just to hear my voice. “Don’t fight it,” Julian murmured against my ear as he tied the ropes. “You’ll only ruin the good memories.” “You said I was your heart,” I sobbed, voice breaking. “You promised you’d always protect me, Julian.” His fingers yanked the final knot tight, the coarse rope biting deep into my wrists. Thin lines of blood trickled down my fingers. “My heart would never make me an accomplice to murder.” Caspian stepped forward, the worn black leather strap in his hand. His dragon tattoo seemed alive under the torchligh

replied Prince Kanzuka. "Oh really? Is that okay? " "Yes, of course!" replied the prince Kazexian in agreement. But prince Kim and Kazame walked first, the two princes really didn't care who they were talking to. "Oh sorry, don't take it personally! Brother Kim and Kazame are just like that. Come with us? ” said Prince Kanzuka inviting this stranger to walk with him and the prince Kazexian. "Yes, I will not take it personally. My name is uncle one, "said Uncle One, who was actually the real first uncle who was undercover introducing himself to his nephew. His nephew didn't seem to recognize him.