Novel & Cerita Alvin And The Chipmunks Uncle Ian

Audrey asked, sensing his sudden change in mood. “You want to know what’s wrong, Audrey?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. “This!” He held up his phone, showing her the video. Audrey’s heart sank. “I can’t believe you’d stoop this low. You’re still having an affair with my nephew!” “What? Zach, I don’t know how this video was made! This never happened, I promise! Why would I have an affair with Frank of all people?” “Oh, shut up, Audrey,” Kiera interjected, her voice sharp. “Everyone knows you’ve always had feelings for my son until you clawed your way into his uncle’s life for wealth and power.”

The mysterious stranger I had recklessly thrown myself at, the beast who had consumed my body in the dark just to spite his nephew, wasn't a stranger at all. He was the true Alpha force of the empire. Silas’s uncle. Raiden Ravenscroft.

"Ian?" Silence. "Ian, if you don't come out now, I am calling uncle Damon. Then Misha will be with uncle Damon all the time again and you are going to keep whining." The very next second a frowning little boy with a three years old girl holding his hand appeared before me. The girl was giggling. "You always threaten me." Ian pouted, "I was playing with Misha. Uncle Damon won't let me play with her when he returns." I laughed, and bent down, picking him up by his arms and lifting him up off the ground to place him on the kitchen counter, "Aw, did I make you unhappy?"

“Fair enough. But why would you want to go home now and couldn’t it be just tomorrow?” I shook my head. “My uncle just visited me. And he is waiting outside my apartment.” He raised a brow at me. “Uncle? Really?” Ian scoffed. “What’s his name?” “Rex.” “Hmm. Sounds shady,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You know what? I’ll just book an online cab. I won’t bother you again—” “Hey, wait!” Ian chased me. Hah! This man is getting on my nerves right now. Like he has the guts to make me feel guilty! Well, even though I should be. But he is in no position to put me in that way!

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

She hung up before I could argue. Three hours later I was back on a train to Pinehaven, back to the place I'd left just yesterday, back to where Trenton was. My phone buzzed and without looking, I knew it was him again. *Calliope told me your mother called Eudora's aunt. I'm sorry. This is spreading faster than I thought it would.* *I'm on a train back to Pinehaven. My parents want to see me.* *When will you be here?* *Around six.*

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.”

Everything returned to normal, including the furniture. “Well, that was a mess,” Uncle Al said, a bowl of popcorn in his hand. “A successful mess either way.” Flipping his bowl off his hands, I shouted, “Why didn’t you help me?” “I won’t be by your side until the day you die.” “But come on! It’s a demon that almost killed me.” “Your quick thinking saved you but I would have preferred you chased it into an harmless doll like Chucky the movie and sent it to hell. The sucker won’t do shit for another century. Ha ha!”

He knows she wouldn’t miss this upcoming family conversation for the world. Ian is already awake, pressing himself against the window that overlooks the firepit. “Everyone’s already up!” he says, eager. “Look, there’s uncle Rafe!” Alvin joins him at the window, peering out to see their uncle bundled in blankets, sitting in a wheelchair borrowed from their grandfather. He twitches, lightly, wincing in pain every few moments from the wolfsbane still coursing through his system. “Geeze,” Alvin murmurs. “He’s pretty beat up.”

She felt like there's an electricity running through her arm. "Aaaaaw!!" she groan holding her elbow. "What's wrong with you!?" "What's wrong with whom? with me?" her uncle grinned his teeth as he don't want to open his mouth, "what's wrong with you too? you left me to Demi's house, and now, I called you but you pretended to be deaf?" are you crazy Jermaine?" her uncle called her by her full name when he is annoyed. "What do you want me to do back there? laugh with your stupid trips? If I have a choice, I shoul've call grandma. But I care for her, that's why, I called you. But you two make fun of me!"