Uncle Drew: Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

He asked Uncle Nathan, and Uncle Nathan said that both scarlet and Rubby , was sent to the hospital, so he rushed down here thinking scarlet was hurt. He met Jared on the road, but he didn't say anything to him. "It's OK, I didn't tumbled down," Ms scarlet grinned. Author Note 📝 what do you think about this chapter? leave a comment, I'd love to read them! Next chapter will be up soon. ~Kisses

Right there. But neither catastrophe occured. "It’s getting late" my uncle said, grabbing the magazine from me. I felt exposed the instant it failed to cover my cock-print. He flipped it open and began looking through it. He started commenting on the female models. And the male ones. So, I started looking too. "It's ok you can jack off" he said to me softly. "I'm going to". And he began pulling down his underwear. Finally satisfied, once he'd lowered them enough to free his left leg, he left them bunched around his right ankle.

“Well hurry up your uncle is in your office waiting on you.” I hurry up and take a quick shower and dress in a basic black t-shirt and dark blue jeans not bothering to style my black hair. I walk briskly out of my room and toward the first floor to my office. I burst in the door and stop dead in my tracks. I walk in and I see Kim on her knees in front of her my uncle his dick in her mouth“Uncle is this necessary now” I state bored walking toward my desk sitting in my chair.

“Okay, then, I’m sorry. I apologize. But it looks like they all like you, and it’s all good, right? But by the way, Uncle Francis’s ex-wife is coming back to America soon. Be an alert, little girl! Anyway, is the home right now?” “Yeah.” Scarlett gestured towards the second floor. She was stunned by what Chuck had just mentioned, but she tried to remain calm. “You really got my uncle all tame, didn’t you, Scarlett? I rarely see him anymore, and he’s never at any of those business parties or balls recently! You’ve got my respect, girl!” Chuck teased her. “Are you looking for your uncle, or are you just looking for trouble?” Scarlett gave him a ferocious stare. “I’m coming to visit my Aunty Sc

Please? Tears are soaking my cheeks as I scrabble for purchase because I’m beyond desperate. I’ve never seen Uncle this enraged before. He looked ready to kill me. And then I hear it. I still go to listen harder. There. The faintest snarl. The sense I’m no longer alone. Is that you? “Looks like we didn’t send him a big enough piece. I guess we’re going to have to do something about that,” Uncle growls as he continues to drag me down the stairs.

He said and melted closer to him. He started humming to her a familiar tune. She dozzed off into his side and he could not help but let his mind wander to the day she got kidnapped many years ago. #<> The moon was up in the bright sky. Drew had slept over at his uncle's house with his cousins who he refused to call cousins. They all hated being called cousins. They were siblings as far as they knew and their parents had raised them exactly like that. Their dads Robert and Peter were inseparable. They were twin brothers and finance geniuses in the city.

Besides, I really enjoy hearing his stories about school, it makes me feel like I’m playing my role well as his father. I smile happily when I see him come out of the building. “Uncle!” He walks over holding a sheet of paper, then gives me a warm hug. My attention shifts to the paper he’s holding. He shows me a drawing that makes my eyes widen. “I drew my family.” I can tell who he drew. There’s Cassandra, Nakka, Elen, Paul, Dylan… seeing that, I try to keep smiling. “And what about this one?” I’m not entirely sure about the other man. But I hope it’s me.

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”