Dumping him for his uncle Novels & Stories

this was a void. My carefully constructed plan had yielded a result, but it was a result that felt more crushing than any confrontation could have. I had been searching for a crack in his facade, a hint of the old connection. Instead, I had found a solid, impenetrable wall. The “chance” encounter had revealed a chilling truth: the Earnest I was looking for might no longer exist, or at least, he was so deeply buried that he was unrecognizable.

At the same time, his resentment toward Linda grew stronger too. That useless woman! Wasn’t she supposed to be Navia’s sister? Back when she climbed into his bed, she acted so capable. So how could she fail to handle a supposedly brainless woman like Navia Harrison?! Liam’s thoughts became increasingly chaotic. Cold sweat gathered on his forehead as he hurried toward the newly arrived car outside. Without even clearly seeing who stepped out first, he immediately called out respectfully: “Second Uncle!” The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully.

"If you even have the slightest bit of conscience, you should think about it! In the past few days, when your entire Ford family is as busy as a bee, which of the matters were not handled by my Uncle Alex on your behalf? All the big and small matters, including the things needed for the funeral in your family, were all arranged by my uncle! I have even almost broken my legs running for errands these past few days! But, what about you? My uncle has gone back, but I've been outside this door since a long time ago, and I have heard everything clearly! You want to chop off my fiancee's hands and feet and throw her into the river to feed the fish! Uncle Alex, Ruth is my fiancee! Mine!"

He gives me a hug, "Where's my dad?" "Out with the SQ," he responds, "What are you doing here so early? You got a free day?" "Yep. I gave it to myself because life sucks and love doesn't exist," I respond, making my love-hating uncle laugh at me. If I want pity, I know never to come to him, "I got rejected." "Oh, again?" He asks and my eyes narrow, "So soon? I feel like we just had this conversation.” "I got dumped a couple months ago, now I got rejected. Totally different guys," I explain, my uncle laughs even more, "I'm really sad about it."

"Wow, what a sharp tongue! I guess, you inheret that to your uncle Sandy." "Shhhoooo! shut up Demi. We're going. Thank you for not shooting Maine," her uncle jokingly wink at Demi. "Let's go uncle. I'am going to die looking at you two. An old bastards!" "Hey, don't call me that way," her uncle defend himself, "bye Demi." "Hey, young lady, are you not going to thank me for saving you?" Demi insisted. "No!" and she walk away on that house. "That stupid rat has a nerve to asked my gratitude to him? naaah!! Just wait and see Demi!" she was really irritated.

"What did you say to her?" "Nothing that would justify that reaction." He hesitated. "I asked her about the tea. She claimed it was a metaphor. I told her I'd seen her dump it in the fern." "And?" "And she looked at me like I'd just confirmed her worst fear." His jaw tightened. "She said something strange. She said I hadn't done it yet." A chill crept down my spine. "Yet?"

Uncle's hands shivered as he pleaded, tears rolled down his cheek. “Uncle?" I called in an alarm. Aunt rose to her hurriedly, dragging her feet till she got to me. “Aldo?!" She gasped. One of the men stepped forward, he gave uncle a resounding slap that made him fall back. My chest dropped. I scampered and ran out to meet them. Uncle's clothes were soaked in sweat and tears. "Please, Spare me!!!” Uncle pleaded, my chest twisted with disgust. Uncle always does this; borrowing and never able to pay back.

“If you need a drinking buddy, you should head to a bar. I’m done. Just tell me if you’re going to let me appeal without contesting or not.” “I don’t need a drinking buddy. I just believe alcohol has a way of making people tell the fucking truth,” he replies in a cold, almost breathless tone, staring icily into my eyes and that sends a quick shiver down my spine. What truth? What is he talking about? “I don’t get what you mean. What truth is that, that my dad didn’t do it?” “Don’t play dumb little kitten,” he says in the same icy low tone, maintaining the cold stare into my eyes. “The truth……the one where you used an uncle to get back at his nephew by fucking sleeping with him.”

said the uncle "Okay uncle." said Zed Then the uncle's wife came out of the living room wearing a dress that was too clingy. She sat down next to the uncle. Zed felt like telling his uncle that his wife was bullshitting him, but he held back. "Uncle, I would just like to inform you that I have cut short my vacation days here." said Zed "And why ?" asked the uncle "Because of my job." said Zed "What work ?" replied the uncle

“I’m scared.” She leaned in, whispering, “You should be. But at least if he’s disfigured, you won’t have to worry about him looking at you too long.” My uncle laughed. “Tomorrow,” he said, raising his glass. “You’ll be introduced properly.” I backed away until my shoulders hit the wall. The business was failing. And I was the thing they were throwing away to save it.