Uncle Fester From The Addams Family Novels & Stories

Sophia and I said with playful grins, and Vera's blush deepened. "I hate you," Uncle Jerry said, causing Sophia and me to burst out laughing. A young man my age stood beside uncle Jerry, smiling as he watched me. "Oh, my manners, you guys, this is Adam, he is a new lightweight fighter under my care," Uncle Jerry said, pushing Adam forward so we could get a better look at him.

“Ha ha ha, really, how did Tama’s loving super mom forget Tama, you said she loves you the most,” “Yeah! she does, but she is busy, uncle I’m asking you for one last time, you please think hard and reply, will you be my dadda,” “ha ha ha ha,’ Tazz laughed aloud, had it been any woman trying to capture his attention he would have gotten her thrown to crocodiles, but here was a little kitten who wanted a big bowl of milk and a kitten that he adored so much “Uncle, what is so funny, I’m serious, will you or won’t you be my dadda,” she sounded annoyed, but when Tazz heard her say dadda he felt a strange uncontrollable tug in his heart

I avoid eye contact with him and soon I am staring out of the window, darting at random fucking things just to ignore his presence for a while. By now our order has arrived and I start eating, not realizing that my Uncle is staring at me. I continue to eat the sandwich and fries, stuffing carefully into my mouth. I turn my face to look at my Uncle and utter, “Do you want to try the fries?” He shakes his head and a gasp releases from my mouth when I ask him, “You don't like the fries?” He parted his lips to speak, telling me that he used to like the fries but not anymore. I take two or three fries and bring them closer to his mouth. “Eat…” I say and I find him parting his lips, opening his mo

“Where the hell is it!” The sharp, burnt stench of noodles hit his nose, thick and bitter. He turned sharply toward the kitchen just as a shadow stumbled into the apartment. “You tryna burn the house down now?!” His uncle. Unshaven, shirtless, and reeking of cheap gin. He staggered into the room, eyes bloodshot, beard unkempt, face sunken with neglect. His gaze flicked toward the smoking microwave. “I can smell death in here,” he slurred, waving a hand. “You want to kill me too? Huh? Like you killed your parents?”

For a second, the coldness flickered, replaced by that dark, unreadable intensity from the elevator. "Don't test the limits of my patience, Elara. I have a lot of ways to make sure you follow the rules. Some of them you won't like." "Is that a threat, Uncle?" I threw the name at him like a weapon. His jaw tightened so hard I heard it click. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air in the room felt thick enough to choke on. "It’s a fact. Go to school." The door shut behind him with a sharp, final sound.

The next minute, he had opened his arms for a hug and I really didn't mind obliging him. "It's been such a long while, my boy." He said after we had pulled away from each other. "We hadn't enough time to catch up at your welcome party, and I had left home earlier than usual because my sister in law's children were home, with no one to look after them." "It's totally fine, uncle. How have you been?" "Very well my boy." He replied, unable to remove the grin from his face. "I'm just fine, except for the fact that your nephew and my daughter have refused to make me a grandpa."

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

“It’s been a long time.” I turned slowly, forced to look at him. He hadn't changed; he had only matured into his lethal features. His jawline was like granite, his dark hair combed back in a way that screamed "aristocrat." Dressed in a black tux that accentuated his broad shoulders and powerful frame, he looked like a predator who had finally tracked his prey to its lair. “Uncle, I’m so glad you remembered Tummy,” Chloe said, trying to defrost the sudden, suffocating tension between us.

Amy sighed dramatically but let me drag her downstairs. I tried to reason with her, hoping to bring her back from the brink of whatever spiral she was on. When she went right for the Vodka, we all knew it was going to be a long night. "Amy, you do realize your uncle is the head of the mafia, and your brother is basically the devil reincarnated, right? If a guy even so much as makes you frown, their life is over." "Yeah, I guess." She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she pulled away from me.

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.