Uncle Drew: Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: The Drunkard’s Debt The bottle hit the table before the door finished closing. That sound meant my uncle was drunk enough to be careless—and careless enough to be honest. He stumbled inside, jacket half-falling off his shoulders, the sharp smell of alcohol filling the room. My aunt followed him, her face already tight with anger. “You promised,” she snapped. “You said today you’d fix it.” He laughed, low and ugly. “Fix what? Money doesn’t grow just because you nag it.”

My blood turns ice cold, it's him holding his brother on the floor while he bled out. It looks so graphically clear, everyone is in the same position as it was. Just as I remembered it before his brother got shot. A tear drop and then another one, standing the drawing. I place my hands on his shoulders, and he jerks back before turning towards me. He cleaned his tears immediately, smiling at me. “Hey hey… I….em… I waited for you and your were taking time so I decided to keep myself busy” “By drawing your brother's death scene”

Then the first uncle entered the house with a chest filled with cloth. Towards morning, when the sun rises it shines in the east. Birds chirped to greet the morning, and cool air blew. The morning dew still soaks the plants and trees in this forest. I immediately got up from sleep, and saw the first uncle had woken up. He worked out in the yard. I looked at the chest on the living room table, looked at it and wanted to open it. But I stopped my actions, and immediately headed for the front page. See the front door is unlocked and the first uncle is nowhere to be seen in this house. I immediately walked towards the front of the house, and saw the first uncle who was exercising. He looks healt

I muttered. “Ayo! Our little ancestor, the ancestor of the mouse clan, is angry!” He laughingly teased. We continued to playfully taunt each other as we made our way back home. Ah, home. I finally had a place to call home. CHAPTER 5 “They’re here! They're here!” We were just a few steps away from the front yard when I spotted Cree running towards me. Uncle Jiang and Seeley quickly emSecond brotherd and helped us carry our loads.

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 23: a confession . Archibald strolled around the hall trying to avoid greeting people as he looked for Isabella when someone poked him harshly on his back. He turned around to see his nephew with a glare on his face. “You liar!.” Alan yelled as he pushed his uncle backwards. Archie felt a knot form in his stomach as his nephew, Alan, cornered him in the dimly lit corner of the room.

Seb. Uncle Drew is on his knees, draped over his mate’s body, his whole frame shuddering with grief. My dad kneels beside him, head bowed, a steadying hand on his brother’s shoulder. Mum stands nearby, voice tight but controlled as she gives instructions to the she-wolves running in and out of the pack house. Dads unit are nearby, giving orders to warriors, and coordinating the clean-up. Drew’s unit stand guard around him, faces carved from stone. All except his Gamma, who’s off on the grass, cradling another fallen body.

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

Then he asks me: - And your aunt? - She's in your room. - Okay. He takes two pairs of underwear out of his pocket: - Here, these are for you. - Thank you, Uncle. - Hide them well. He touches my breast before going into the room. Djena's Uncle

“Just like you.” Beaming, Sabrina pointed at the woman she drew, “This is you, mummy. I drawed your long, brown hair too. Look.” “Drew, baby,” I said, then let out a an exaggerated gasp. “It really is. She looks just like me. You drew me so well.” “And this is Uncle hamsome,” Sabrina continued, and my face instantly fell. “I wanted to draw uncle Iyan but he was the first man I thinked of. Does it look like him?”