Star Wars Uncle Owen And Aunt Beru の小説・ストーリー

“You should not come here.” Sara Owen stood up, “Uncle, I never wanted to leave this house. I love you and Aunt Natalie more than anything in this world. You both are my family.” Bruno Dixon patted her head gently, “I know that, my child. And that’s why I am telling you that we will not force you to stay here if it makes you uncomfortable. But remember, you will always have a place in our hearts.” Sara Owen hugged him tightly, “Thank you, Uncle. I will never forget this kindness.”

Eva cried out happily and ran into Owen's waiting arms. Owen hugged his niece tightly. His handsome and resolute face softened slightly, revealing the unique charm of a wise and caring man. "Eva, my dear niece," he said warmly, holding her at arm's length to look at her fondly. "You've grown so much since I last saw you." Eva beamed, feeling a rush of affection for her beloved uncle. Eva raised her head. "Uncle Owen, have you finished your mission? How long are you here for?"

Getting us to kill each other instead, is a perfect strategy. It was after 4 o’clock in the morning by the time Daniel and his men left and two hours later, Owen is here waking me up. “Your blood-sucking vampire of any uncle is downstairs,” Owen says with a resentful tone reserved for our useless, selfish parent figure. I sent men to hunt him down and drag him here. “Let him wait and he is your uncle too.” Uncle Wesley is the last person I would rush myself for. “You have to wake up now if you want to talk to your uncle and attend Jake’s funeral,” he says.

Junior had just started to grow mane and was baring his fangs’ Shadow and Ben sat smirking watching a good show. Frank narrowed his eyes at his good friend and his face bloomed with a conniving smile. “Chris, this is Uncle Ben’s mission. I am only tagging along. So, you see, there is no point in giving me choices.” Ben narrowed his eyes and knitted his brows. “Uncle Ben, isn’t Uncle Shads coming with you? So, can you let Jayden and Kayden go along as well?”

Not everything—just a few essentials, throwing clothes into a small suitcase with hurried, clumsy movements. "You need to calm down, Izzy. What the hell is going on?" Carl asked from where he sat on the edge of her bed, his girlfriend Jane watching quietly beside him while spooning ice cream from a tub. "Yeah, and what’s with the army of guys outside? They look like they just walked off a whiskey commercial. Huge, too. Come on—what did you do? Rob a bank?" Jane teased, and Carl snorted in agreement. "They’re Uncle Seth’s men, okay? Something’s going on. Just tell us. You can talk while you pack."

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

"We... we'll head back right away." After I hung up, Larry glanced at me. "If you go home dressed like this, your Uncle Grant's going to explode."

He lifts a finger to pull down his shades, his grey eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes the world around us blur. "Uncle?" Deckard stammers, looking like he’s seen a ghost. "You're... you're back?" Owen doesn't even glance at his nephew. Instead, he reaches down, his large, warm hand gripping my uninjured arm to steady me. With a strength that is surprisingly gentle, he helps me to my feet, and his hand comes to rest at the small of my back, supporting me in case I fall again. "She's bleeding all over, and you just do nothing?" He then turns to Deckard. "Do you plan on burying your wife, as well as your father, this afternoon?"

Tina said in a reproachful tone, “You have no idea how much I worry.” Her father smiling said, “Sorry, darling Bert and I are very close to catching that guy I mentioned.” She smiled upon hearing that name, and with joy, she asked, “Is Uncle Bert with you?” At that moment, next to her father, Bert, his father's lifetime partner and someone she considered an uncle, said, “Hello, darling, don't worry. I'll keep this old fox in one piece, don't worry!” She smiled kindly and nodding, she said, “Okay, Uncle Bert! Both of you must be careful, okay? I will see you soon. Catch the bad guys!”