Shameless Us Aunt Ginger Novels & Stories

Ginger began to tear up and tried to bring Gabriel out of the house but was blocked by a man. "You're not going anywhere until we come to an agreement!" She was furious. "Can't you see that Gabe is hurt? I need to take him to a doctor! Fuck off!" "He's not going to die or anything. Like I said, you're not going anywhere until we come to an agreement with the house!" She pursed her lips and glared at the middle-aged man before her. The man was Harrison Strand, her uncle. He had a bad relationship with Ginger's parents, and the two families rarely interacted.

My mom and Julie, James’s mom, are holding the handle of a broom horizontally so Grandma Maria and Grandma Verah can pass under it to do the limbo. Connor seems to be the only sober one—given that my mom, even without alcohol, is completely out of her mind—and he’s playing with Aisha along with Carly. Skyler and Jace have disappeared, although I have an idea of what they’re doing. Aunt Mary is the DJ tonight, and she’s wearing a backwards cap that says “I’m the best and fuck the rest.” What a rebellious aunt. Uncle Mark and Aunt Annie are taking a ton of photos and videos.

I eyed it suspiciously. "Isn't it too early for that?" I asked, pointing to her glass. "Is there a timetable for drinking a megapint?" she said casually, taking a sip. Everyone laughed. "Okay, Johnny Depp, we see you," I said, laughing to myself. Ginger and alcohol are the same. "Speaking of Johnny Depp," my mom interjected. "Can you believe that woman?" "That whole thing was just messed up. And she probably didn't notice that she was setting up her trap," Ginger said. "If I were her lawyer, I'd have quit the moment Camille walked in those doors. That woman was here to serve."

I just laughed as she pinched Shamcey’s side while she was busy teasing me. “Mommy, you’re embarrassing me,” Shamcey said childishly to her mother while holding her side where Aunt pinched her. “Heidi,” Aunt called me. “Don’t refuse, okay? You can’t really say you can take care of yourself. I heard you groaning in pain while you were sleeping earlier,” Aunt said. I felt Aunt had checked on me several times in my room earlier. I don’t even know if she slept or not. “If you don’t let Mr. Convocar take care of you, we’re not going to Japan, I swear to God.”

"Your bag looks heavy. Let me carry it for you." Before I could refuse, she'd already taken my suitcase in her quick hands. Smiling, she linked her arm through mine and guided me outside. Along the way, she chatted lightly about funny memories she shared with Noah. We only stopped when we reached the trash bin. "Noah seems cold, but he's soft-hearted. So soft he couldn't even turn away his foster sister's advances." She pointed at the photos in the trash, her smile curdling into a sneer. "Elena… you're not the type to seduce your own brother, are you?"

His grip on Aunt Zoe's hand slipped. "What did you say?" Uncle Adam couldn't sit still anymore. He slammed his cutlery down and snapped at me, "Hannah Burton! Are you out of your mind? How dare you say something like that?" Aunt Zoe screamed like a lunatic, "Hannah! I'll rip your mouth apart! Honey, don't believe her. This brat is just jealous because our family is doing well!" Their panic erased my fear, replacing it with an odd sense of excitement.

I snapped, trying to think. How did he even know my name? "Big Brother, it isn't Sister's fault. Maybe she was framed," the girl said meekly, her rabbit ears drooping slightly. I laughed. "Framed?" I asked. "Framed for what? Falling?" Everyone stared at me like I'd grown animal ears. Maybe I had. My ears twitched. An ear was supposed to be by the sides of my head. Mine was literally on top of my head. I reached up with trembling fingers.

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.

I'd always imagined myself in an action movie, being Lara Croft or some bad ass villain. Today was Amber's wedding and I was so excited. "Race you to the bathroom." Candice grinned butt naked, earning a sly smile from me. Well, you already know who got in first, me! Okay, I wish it was me, but too bad my lazy self could not lift her legs fast. We got dressed and stepped out of the room after gawking at ourselves and taking mirror selfies. "Pull!" Aunt Amber exclaimed as her maids pulled whatever they were pulling to make her stomach more flat than than it already looked "How did I become so fat?" She asked in a frustrated voice.