Alvin And The Chipmunks Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

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!

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.”

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.”

He isn't wearing his jacket anymore; his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his expression is so cold it could turn the air to liquid. "Uncle?" Deckard stammers, his hand finally dropping from my hair. I stumble back, clutching my head, my heart racing a mile a minute. He looks between me and Owen, his brain clearly struggling to process the image of the most feared man in the country standing in his wife's messy living room. Then, a slow, ugly realization dawns on his face, and he lets out a hysterical laugh. "I don't believe it," he says, gesturing wildly at Owen. "So that’s the play? First the director, and now my own uncle? Tell me, Sydney, are you having sex with him too? Is

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

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!"

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.