Uncle Fester's Book Novels & Stories

I have to become strong so that I can avenge their death. "You're awake, Lauren. How are you feeling?" Uncle Favlo asked me. He had just entered the room. I think he bought food outside for me because I could smell the food he was carrying. My favorite fried chicken from a famous fast-food chain together with the coke float which is also my favorite. My stomach suddenly swelled when I smelled Uncle's food.

It was all dark, heavy furniture and smelled like leather and whiskey. “Can’t I just drop in to say hello to my favorite uncle?” “Girl trouble?” Frankie said as he took his own seat. Finn dropped his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Yeah.” “Is it the girl that you’re writing about?” Finn’s eyes popped open and he looked at his uncle. “What?” his uncle said with a shrug. “You think I don’t read your blog?” The side of Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked smile. “I thought you knew all the tricks,” he said.

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.

My face, as straight as my spine. Uncle Niall placed the book back; his fingers ran across several books before clinging onto a red one—one that stood amidst the black books like it was lost—pulling it out. His eyes fixed on the dull white pages of the book. “Unfamiliar or threatening?” The flutters of the paper punctuated the lingering tension in the office. “What’s unfamiliar about my face?” He flashed a hideous, malicious, and demonic smile.

She tried to calm herself down, taking a deep breath and reminding herself to stay collected when faced with an unscrupulous person. ["Little uncle."] Eliza felt very uncomfortable when she heard her own coquettish voice. But she resisted her abhorrence and persisted in pleasing Frederick: ["Little uncle, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness or complains about past mistakes, don't argue about it with your junior."] She emphasized the word 'junior'. ["Oh? Are there any juniors who would sleep with their seniors?"] Eliza could not answer this question because it was a fact! 'Bear it, I have to bear it.' she thought.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

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.

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.

Unable to come up with any credible answer, I gave up and looked out window, watching as the scenery zipped us by, silence descending in the car once more. When we arrived home, it was already early evening. We greeted our parents and immediately set to making dinner. Dinner was rather uneventful because other than the regular questions, nothing major happened. We eventually concluded dinner and I went straight to my room to talk with Felix. When I checked my phone, they were already messages waiting for me. With a half smile on my face, I settled on the bed, clicked on the bed. He was majorly asking if he'd gotten home safely and I promptly replied that we had and even had dinner. Moments l

“What’s worse is, she’ll be doing this in my house.” “I don’t want your charity. I can imagine myself living in your house and having you lecture me about a single breadcrumb I couldn’t see while wiping the kitchen counter.” He gives me a single murderous look. “Your uncle is a real joy,” I say dryly. “Why do I get the feeling that you two secretly get along, and you only fight when you see me?” Linda smiles. I feel bad for my poor friend who is always caught up in our fights. “I’m right, aren’t I?” She elbows me.