Series Of Unfortunate Events Uncle Monty Novels & Stories

"Shall we do it again, Uncle?" ***

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Of course, of course. Anyone would find a situation like that very unfunny." He stuttered. He turned sharply to Jeremy, who was standing there looking like a deer caught in high-beam headlights. Monte didn't use words this time; he swung his leg and delivered a sharp, brutal kick to the back of Jeremy’s knee. Jeremy collapsed back onto the gravel with a cry of pain. "Apologize!" Monte hissed at his nephew. "Apologize to Mrs. Vale right now for your idiocy!"

“Anyway, how are you? I got those papers you asked of me.” “Yeah?” I ask. “They’re done?” “As done as ever,” he replies. “I don’t know why you took so long to fake your death, kid. Honestly, you’re lucky that nobody came after you with threats.” “I was a nobody back then,” I state. “Who would even care to remember me? Evan Montague was nothing but a poor boy whose parents left him nothing but bad debts.” “You never know,” Uncle Charlie claims. He sounds like a paranoid old fuck. “Anyway, they’re here. I understand that you don’t want me to send them to you. You’ll come get them yourself.”

KADE KADE Kade had killed before. Twice. The first time, he was eleven. He attempted to help an Unfortunate escape by sneaking up on an unsuspecting moderator and stabbing him in the throat. The moderator died, but three others were watching from a tower Kade didn't see. They shot his Unfortunate friend, Caleb, and dragged Kade, kicking and screaming, back to his father. As punishment, Michael locked Kade in a sweltering tin shed for days.

Fuck, what was this? "Now are you going to listen?" Uncle Ramone sighs, giving me a stern look. "You nearly died, dumb ass. The sooner you realize that, the better." Letting out a growl, I shoot him a glare before trying to stand again, only to come up with the same result. "As much as I admire your determination, you really should listen to your uncle," Tyson chuckles. "My uncle likes to exaggerate most of the time," I point out. "He’s quite the drama queen once you get to know him."

"It depends on your definition of hurt. Montague Manor is a messed-up house. Alex knows the rules, the ones about not talking. She never said specifically what went on. You've got to understand how this works where we're from. We don't talk about things. They happen. Everyone knows, but nothing is formally said. But I do know that she's always hated my uncle. Hated. Like the two of them can barely stand to be in the same room. So for her to get into his car willingly...for her to agree to his terms...it's big. "I always got the feeling that whatever happened between them when she was younger was more psychological, but still, she lived with it for most of her life. That shit has lasting powe

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

“David, something bad happened. Come to school quickly, Miss Selena beat someone up.” “What happened? Tell me slowly.” “Some trust-fund kid called Mont started flirting with Miss Selena and he said some really disgusting things, then Miss Selena beat up him pretty bad.” “Oh, that’s fine. As long as he’s still alive, there’s nothing to worry about. Relax, Selena will deal with it.” “Are you sure? I think Mont’s crippled now. His family is pretty powerful and he’s a known trust fund kid in school. Will Miss Selena get taken away?”

Jason is still sitting in his car, fighting back tears that are running down his face. Jason talks on the phone to his uncle. "Uncle Ivan, I don't think I will be available to do this, it looks as though I just killed a young man, how can I separate the monster from the person?" "You have to my boy, have you not seen the mutilated bodies they leave behind, if you had let that young man live he would eventually kill an innocent family like they killed yours, so toughen up and do your duty." Uncle hangs up the phone and there is a determined look on Jason's face.

He stepped closer “You’ve lost your law firm. Your assets are under threat. Your reputation is in ruins. You’re clinging to the last threads of your empire, and you’re failing.” The words hit harder than I expected. “Who are you?” I asked again. “Victor Montgomery,” he said simply. The name sent a chill down my spine. “Montgomery... Nicholas’s uncle?” He nodded, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “The very same.” I took a step back, my mind racing. What the hell was he doing here? “I’ve been watching you, Daniel,” he continued “Your rise. Your fall. Your... mistakes.”