Alvin And The Chipmunks Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

“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.

We held hands as we walked toward Mom, but before we reached her, Uncle Lemuel stepped out of the fitting room. “Hi, Uncle,” Javier greeted politely, as he always did. I still didn’t know why Mom couldn’t fully warm up to him. “How are you, Javier? Long time no see.” Uncle Lemuel smiled, though I could tell he felt the same way Mom did about my boyfriend. But at least he never bad-mouthed Javier. “I’ve just been busy with school lately,” Javier said, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “That’s good. Just one more year and you two will graduate.” He looked at us both and smiled. “Alright, go help your girlfriend choose her dress. I’ll go look for Annabelle.”

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

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

TRIVIA I scoffed so loud it felt insulting. Who hurt me? He needed a name? The fucking hypocrisy. The fucking guts he had. Fine, he wanted me to be no better than a stranger? Then he could at least go fuck himself. I’d treat him like one as well. “I’m leaving your pack, Uncle,” I blurted out, looking him stone dead in the eyes. I enjoyed how he flinched at the reminder of his title. “Trivia—”

She was the personification of joy, the one who kept the family from feeling too cold or too formal. "You’re back!" Lily chirped, her eyes darting between the mountain of shopping bags in Orion’s hands and the flushed, happy face of her uncle. "Did you spend all of Orion’s money, Uncle Noah? Good! He has too much of it anyway." "He was a perfect gentleman, Lily," Noah said, beaming as he walked over to give his niece a quick hug. "He even came to have coffeeto coffee with me and Marcus. He’s such a protective sweetheart."

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

I: . Luke was still there, wearing a subtle smile. Trying to act casual, I returned the book to its shelf. "I grabbed the wrong one." “Jen, Uncle's leaving. Let's walk him out," Ian suggested. "He lives next door." Just a few steps away. "I just want some fresh air," Ian looked at me hopefully. Happy to grant his request, I ruffled his hair. "Alright, let's go." "Let's take Goofy and Doggo too."

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.

“Prison? For what? Why?” She knew Lucien Roswood was the black sheep of the Roswood family—because Shane had talked about him non-stop the year they began dating. “I have an uncle. He’s a terrible person. He almost ruined the family’s reputation. Then he ran away from the country, leaving my dad to clean his mess.” “He’s the worst of them all. A total scumbag. If he ever shows his face in front of me, I’d put my fist through his fucking face.”