Alvin And The Chipmunks Uncle Ian の小説・ストーリー

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.”

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."

Alan I’d played Xbox with Luca and Andrew for an hour. Olivia had been hanging on to me, climbing me like a jungle gym the entire time. But it was alright. This right here? I loved it. I couldn’t wait to have pups of my own one day. But for now being an uncle was my favorite job I’d ever had. I’m the fun uncle. I’m the funcle. I’m funcle Ally. Fucking hell. “Foods ready!” Emily yelled up the stairs.

My mating ceremony with Chris kept getting interrupted, one reason after another. The first time, his adopted sister Lucy threw him a bachelor party. He drank too much and missed our slot. The second time, right before we set out, Lucy twisted her ankle. Chris took her to the hospital and missed it again. The third time, we were already standing at the vow platform when Lucy cried until she fainted below. Once again, Chris left me standing there. The fourth time, the fifth time... Lucy, every single time. "Hurry up, Sheila! This is the eighth time! There are only fifteen minutes left to receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. If you miss it again, the Moon Goddess will take it as proof the

“You need to hear. You need to hear how fucked up I am. You need to hear why you should give up like me, just like my parents did before I was born. You need to know, Damien. That the boy who you have been tormenting and yet taking so much space in his head is already fucked up. That I was ten when my uncle came into my room and forced me to take his dick into my mouth, and when I begged him, do you know what he said?” I asked. Before Damien can answer, “He looked me in the eye and said. No one would believe you because you can't talk. Because I was born dumb.” I take a step forward, watching Damien, his shoulders fallen. “Do you know how fucked up that is?” I ask.

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!”