Uncle Fester From The Addams Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

To have their rest and wait for Justin to finish his surgery, they stayed at the huge private suite. Zack's friends remained nervous around the five men and with his father. They all looked scary serious, giving them the creeps. Especially for witnessing the way they snap necks earlier at school. Even Zack's papa has a dark chilling aura around him. "These are my uncles, uncle Max, uncle Dex, uncle Lucas, uncle Vasti and uncle Zen, they are my dada's friends" Zack introduced his father's friends.

"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."

Christopher. The hallway stayed quiet long after Denver disappeared. Christopher remained exactly where he was for several seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed suite door while his uncle’s warning replayed slowly in his head. If anything happens to him, I will forget we were ever related. The words should have irritated him. Instead, they unsettled him. Because Denver had meant them. Not as a threat. As a fact. Christopher had spent years watching Denver treat most people with controlled indifference, but something about Alec had always been different. Protective in a way that looked less like choice and more like instinct.

What a scourge. "Uncle, go home with me tonight. I'll give you a lot of money, as long as you sleep with me. Just this once." Did she think of him as a… gigolo? But being called "uncle"... Fredrik pinched her chin, held her little head and with his sexy thin lips curled: "Uncle? Am I that old?" Muah. "It's soft, not bad." Eliza was so drunk, she just knew that she liked the taste of this man. She saw his mouth approach and kissed him without thinking. It didn't turn out to be bad, at least she didn't feel disgusted.

It turned out that the man who made Selly hysterical like that was Uncle Matthew. "Nyla!" Uncle Matthew raised his hand, waving at me. Suddenly, Selly, beside me, turned her head in confusion. "Nyla." Selly shook my arm. "Do you know that handsome man? Tell me, who is he? Is he your boyfriend?" "Ah, come on, seriously." I exhaled harshly. "He's my uncle." Selly covered her mouth with both hands. "Your uncle?" I nodded. Seeing her reaction, I had a bad feeling that she would be even more hysterical than this. "Alright, see you later, Selly."

“Was?." “Yeah, i thought you were the one who had cancelled until I saw your step uncle answer the door and eye me as if he wanted to put a bullet in my head for taking interest in you." I tried to hide my expression of shock but he caught it on time and he laughed. " I knew it." “Knew what?." “That you were fucking your uncle. I saw him climb down your window some time last week, manliest thing I ever saw, the guy worked his way down two stories with his bare hands and feet... I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side."

Finally, the council room doors opened, and the stench of cigar smoke hit me like a slap. There he was. Marcello. Reclining in his oversized chair like a damn king on a rotting throne, cigar perched between his fingers, eyes as smug and dead as ever. “Well, well.” He drawled, not even bothering to rise, “If it isn’t the family disgrace.” “Hi, Uncle.” I said sweetly, striding in without invitation, “You’re looking... older. Is that liver failure or just your soul finally rotting?” His lips twitched, but not into a smile, “Got that filthy tongue, I see. You must have gotten it from your mother. She was always the bitch.”

I wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated the hug. "Now, let's get back to get ready for dinner. Your Aunt Rose and all your Uncles will be here for dinner," Mom said, and I couldn't help but beam. I loved each one of them. All of them have shown me something special. Aunty Rose is always smiling and doing her activities calmly, which is worthy of admiration. Uncle Nate is a fighter. After losing his ability to walk during the war, his recovery came with many trials, but he conquered all. He now walks with a cane, and even then, he is one of the most powerful warriors in the pack. Uncle Elliot is always observant, especially when you connect with him because it feels like he stares

He hit the upside of my head playfully, chuckling to himself. Uncle Faartz -I swear that's his real name- or as I like to call him, Mustard, was my paternal uncle, my dad's older brother. We didn't usually see much of him, seeing as he resided in Honolulu with the rest of his family but I was glad he came for the wedding to stand in for my dad. I guffawed. "And I'm your niece, not a pulpy fruit." "Fair point, Pumpkin." "You got it, Mustard."