Uncle Fester's Book Novels & Stories

"I'm fine, but my pretty niece doesn't seem like she's in a great mood." "Yes, Uncle. I'm frustrated to the point I want to commit something unethical." "If you want to kill someone, go for it. Uncle has got your back." Why did it feel like Uncle was not being sarcastic, but actually encouraging me to murder? "...Not that frustrated," I murmured. Uncle did not say anything after that. Instead, I heard him laugh silently making me sigh. "Uncle, it's a serious situation, but also a not-so-serious situation where I would like to kill someone. It's just that someone stole the land I had my eyes on for a long time."

Not tomorrow morning as well. As I tried to think of what to do next, the moaning continued and I almost lost it. If I was a violent person, I would have strangled both of them with my hands. They were vile and stupid and disgusting and irritating and fuck, they were messing with my fucking head. I took a deep breath and put my dirty clothes in the pocket of my suitcase, trying not to lose my calm. Fabiola liked Saint, Ben’s uncle, which meant the man was involved in both their lives.

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

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."

"There's going to be quite a few people here today, Uncle Joe. Don't let it bother you. They're all friends and some of the best people I've ever met. Mrs. Anderson is a fantastic cook. You'll have a great time." "I hope you're right," replied Steve's uncle. "I don't like crowds very much. You know that. If that sweet talking girl of yours hadn't made such a big deal of it, I'd have stay home. I go out once to see my nephew after he wins the state football title and the next thing you know, I'm a regular globe trotter." "We're only a few miles from home. Gwen and her family would've been really disappointed if we didn't come. Try to have a good time. I know you'll love the food," promised St

he replies like it’s no big deal. “Uncle—” I start to protest, but he cuts me off. “Tee baby, morning runs are good for you,” he insists. I laugh. “Is everyone in the Ferreira family casually insane?” I ask, thinking about him and my mom and their weird habits. “Take that back,” my uncle says, pretending to be offended. “I’m not as crazy as your mother. And don’t forget, you’re half Ferreira too, so that includes you in the insanity,” he adds with a playful smile.

But from the way the young man carried his himself, she could tell that Nico was used to flirting with women. Kelvin immediately threw one of the books on the table and it hit Nico's body, making him groan in pain. "Uncle, What are you doing?" Supposedly, his uncle couldn't see what he was doing. Why did his uncle suddenly throw a book at him? Did he? "I had a feeling you did something bad." Kelvin replied indifferently. Nico just grinned when he heard his uncle's words. His uncle knew him very well. He was used to flirting with women, regardless of age. He was a playboy to the core.

Before everything, I would like to say that this chapter doesn’t have any scary scenes. It’s just a conversation with Mr. Healer Herbalist that is trying to help our dear security guard but I included it with the story since I knew it was a vital part of the whole tale. Enjoy, dear reader... +++++++++++ By this time, Uncle was close to three weeks with a recurring fever.

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

How could I imagine my uncle like that? After all, of course, my uncle already had many lovers. He must have used his handsome face to attract many women as he did earlier on the campus to make Selly hysterical. He's a handsome, well-established, and powerful man, so there must be a lot of women who want him. Ah, that's right. We haven't met for a long time. There are many things I don't know about him. I'm curious about what Uncle Matthew has been doing all this time.