Series Of Unfortunate Events Uncle Monty の小説・ストーリー

"Going to crawl over here and say you're sorry?" Mystical Chubby said, eyeing Montez as he licked the last crumbs from his fingers. "You... Have you any idea who my uncle is? I promise you, you're not leaving here on your own two feet today!" Montez spat back, his pride wounded but not his resolve. He had a sneaking suspicion that Mystical Chubby's abilities surpassed those of a martial general, but he had his own ace up his sleeve. He was not intimidated by some martial general wannabe.

When Akiko finally recognized the messy hair, she screamed loudly. "Impossible!" Akiko screamed again. She refused to believe the disgusting reality she had just realized. It couldn't be that she slept with her own uncle! "Kenji... Uncle..." Akiko stuttered as she saw the body move, then awoke from her screams. It was definitely her uncle. That was why her aunt was hysterical and kept cursing her. "No... This can't be..." Akiko shook her head. There was no way she had just done the unthinkable with her uncle.

I got my bottled water, sipped a little and shifted my mind to something else. Perhaps if someone would ask if series of unfortunate events is true, I would volunteer to testify. I was an achiever in high school, but when I got in college, I fell from being an achiever to nothing. I almost didn't make it to graduation. I was a disgrace to my family. I got married three times, but all ended up in divorce. At first, I thought they brought all these misfortunes into my life, but all my ex-husbands were happily married now, so I was convinced that I was the one who brought mishaps into them and to mine.

Monster “I know you, you’re…” My uncle squinted at me with his bleary, alcohol addled eyes but I didn't let him finish. I smashed my fist into his face before he could say my real name and sent him reeling backwards. I stepped into the house as he fell to the floor. The Judge brought up the rear, his chuckle menacing as he closed the door behind us.

I said bitterly remembering Alex. It's felt so good having a descent conversation with my sister without us arguing. Katie is always trying to keep herself away from guys, her last boyfriend was in college and he was a very nice and loving guy but he met in a serious car accident and he didn't made it. She always been mourning for him all these years but she's happy now and decided to date again. "So what is he......." I managed to let out before the awful nauseous feeling came on me again. I rushed to the bathroom and hold my head over the toilet and let the puke all out.

I made a mental note to deal with them as soon as I handled the situation. My legs were tapping continuously on the floor when the door opened, and Aunt Emily and Nathan walked in. “Monty won’t be coming, he mentioned that you asked him to fucking behead some pigs,” Aunt Emily said as she walked further into the room. He could have given it to someone else to do but he decided to do it himself, which was even better. At least I would sleep well knowing that I had a mad executor doing my bidding. By the time he was done, it would take years for any revolution or attack to come up once again.

The flexible sword at his waist had been drawn out with cold intent. Monty’s footsteps never faltered. With a devilish smile on his face, he said, “Heir of the Clarke family, if I kill you tonight, I’d like to see who the people who would be drawn out are and what kind of disasters will happen.” After saying that, Monty quickened his pace and rushed up with his dagger next to him! When the six Aces saw this, their eyelids jumped wildly! This damned Monty, he was a lunatic!

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

John glanced at the snowflakes on his shoulders and asked in a deep voice, “Are you going to answer my question or not?” To his shock, Lala shot back, “I’m not obligated to.” John’s face fell. Gloomily, he said, “You can be with anybody—but not my uncle. I don’t want you to have anything to do with him. Stay away from him.” He turned around and was about to leave, but he paused at the door and glanced back. His gaze landed on the table, where he spotted the live boxing ticket. He sneered. “Don’t think too highly of yourself. My uncle forgot the promise he made to you. If he hadn’t seen the ticket in my hands, he wouldn’t have remembered. And the ticket you’re about to use? He took it from me

“Hi.” My breath caught. Lance looked at Javier’s hand… and didn’t take it. He didn’t even move. Absolute dead air. A hot wave of irritation shot up my spine, from my chest up to my nape. What the hell is his problem? Javier withdrew his hand slowly—calm, but clearly thrown off. And that just made me angrier at Lance. Arrogant. Rude. Unbelievably full of himself. “Let me apologize on his behalf,” Uncle said with an awkward laugh. “My brother’s terrible at socializing.”