Aunt May In Civil War Novels & Stories

Caelum Sol's Aunt was always quietly observing her surroundings. She held a scorned face as she looked around this house, as if it held memories she didn't want to remember. I knew she was uncomfortable here. Once she said she could tell us the truth about our parents it clicked. She was Moore's sister-in-law. Of course, she knew what happened over twenty years ago.

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.

I forced a faint smile and was about to say something when Uncle Randy snatched the notebook from my hands. "Randy, what's so interesting about that ledger? You should be worrying about me instead!" Aunt Leah's voice shot up as she saw Uncle Randy snatch the notebook. Her face turned even paler—whether from pain or panic, it was hard to tell. Her reaction made me suddenly aware that something felt off.

"Impossible! Even her own son died at her hands. Clark almost died too while probing Aunt's weaknesses. Shane also suffered. That woman is truly cunning and cruel like a snake!" Arren can't contain the anger within her, remembering the incidents that befell Clark and Shane some time ago. Both of them almost lost their lives due to the negligence of their aunt. This conversation ultimately reaches a dead end. And, it's not unlikely that a civil war will soon break out in the region.

My step uncle bought me some sexy lingeries and he wanted me to wear them constantly. While we ate dinner unbeknownst to Aunt May, his hand would graze my hand repeatedly while my breath hitched. Aunt May had insisted that I come visit her sometime after she got married to my new step uncle, Wilton. Since I was her favorite niece, I decided to pay her a visit during the holiday. But seeing my step uncle Wilton, I knew he was dangerous. He wasn't like the usual man everyone thought him to be.

"Aunt. Please. Quickly. Aunt." My aunt was already moving. She had spent forty years as a nurse before she had retired. She crossed the room in three strides and pressed her fingers against my father's neck. She stood there for a long moment. Then she lowered her hand. She looked at me. She did not speak. The room erupted. My uncles had appeared in the doorway behind her, drawn by the sudden tension in her face, and the moment they understood what had happened, the room dissolved into the quiet, terrible weeping of a family that had been waiting for this and had still not been ready for it.

Artie pointed north. Ethan thanked the man and rode away the from barn cursing his younger brother under his breath. Vivian Macabe's father owned the neighboring plantation, and where the two properties met there was low lying swamp land that was no good for farming or livestock. It was here that Mister Macabe kept his moonshine still next to a little hunting shack that he used not just for hunting but as a place to rendezvous with his own mistresses. Ethan suspected that was where he was, and he had to get word to Vince to get home before their father, John Hart, returned from town. John would be furious.

The furniture was draped in large sheets of dusty cloth. Dad followed me, tucking the keys into his pocket. "The Reinhardts and the Stanwoods always had a close relationship. Our two families often mixed; one of the last marriages before the war was my aunt and uncle's. I came back with my Mom and uncle after Aunt Emily was killed, to help pack the house. Since she was one of the last..." His voice trailed off as he turned to inspect the fireplace mantel, and I kept moving through the room, not wanting to push. Poe launched from my shoulder, flying back to the foyer to land on the banister.

Karen is home. "Aunt Maya?" she called as she walked into the kitchen but found no one. Turning back, she found Zachary who had a forlorn look on his face. "Hey," Karen greeted casually "Is something wrong? Where's Aunt?" "Oh, Karen you're back!" Aunt Maya said as she emerged from the passage. Karen walked over to her and gave her a peck. Aunt Maya asked "How was work? You didn't stress yourself, did you?"

Amelia immediately focused on the key point. “Who?” “He already left. I don’t know where he went,” Bob stammered, gauging Amelia’s expression nervously, afraid of offending her further. “Oh, wait! My aunt knows him! Miss Amelia, maybe you could ask her?” That Aunt Ashford? Amelia’s brows lifted slightly, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes. “Speaking of your aunt, what exactly is her relationship with Abby?” Bob was caught off guard by the sudden question. “My aunt used to be a housekeeper for the Cromwell family. Later, when Miss Abby arrived, she was assigned to serve her. Just a master-servant relationship.”