Novel & Cerita Uncle Fester's Book

my uncle Viktor said, motioning me into the library. I had been on my way out to see a sexy little she-wolf I had been fucking for the last few weeks, a waitress at one our underground clubs. It was Friday night and I was beat from a long week. Uncle Viktor however, was father’s brother and number two in command, and you didn’t refuse him. I entered the library to see Father at his desk, puffing a cigar as usual. I had long begged him to scale back on the tobacco, but you couldn’t tell him a thing. It was a nasty habit and I hated it.

“Yes. Now tell me, just briefly, what all you’ve read.” “I have a cousin who is a professor of archaeology, another that is a professor of American literature and an aunt who teaches classic literature. There’s also an aunt who teaches ASL, an uncle who gives me an allowance on how many pages I read and another who is the dean over library sciences.” “Well, damn. What have you not read?” “Honestly, not much. Uncle Nate always recommends banned books. I get ten cents per page from my Uncle Owen, so I love the really thick books. And Cheryl pushes the history books.”

Evelyn I arrive at my uncle’s house at exactly noon. Since last night, my head’s been a mess—mostly filled with thoughts of Xander. Screw him. I hate him, and I hate the way he made me feel. Thank God things didn’t escalate on that balcony. It’s a good thing he walked away when he did. My uncle had demanded my presence today to restructure our initial plan. The goal remains the same—revenge. “Yooo, Señorita. Looking good as always… hmm, that ass though,” Felix whistles as I walk past him. He’s working on a motorcycle, all grease and grins.

“Is that so?” “Yep! So that means he’s my uncle,” Selene declared with complete certainty, her tone carrying the matter-of-fact air of someone delivering important news. “But if he’s my uncle, then how am I supposed to marry Kael? Wouldn’t that make him my cousin? And Rylie said she’s going to marry Kael, so that means I have to marry Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. But I told her nope, he’s mine.”

Despite having called him Uncle for years now, I wanted him. ‘He’s going to mark us!’ Mia squealed excitedly. But he let go of me and sat down on the sofa beside the bed instead as a breath I’d been holding wooshed out of me. “Wolfsip,” he snarled. “Club Fete’s specialty. You’d never go there. Who took you?!” I kept my mouth shut. Chris’s scent spray had obviously failed. ‘I told you not to sneak out,’ Mia snapped, but I couldn’t listen to her now—not with the storm building in Uncle’s eyes.

He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man. Staying with family should have been nothing but there was something they weren't telling me. The way father's lips had thinned and the final outburst. Nothing about Dante was just nothing. Since sleep had eluded me, I decided to return to my cases. I went to my table and turned on my laptop, pulling my journal closer. My eyes flicked between the screen and my journal. Essays, outlines and case briefs but the words blurred together and formed Dante’s face. I inhaled and tried to focus again. I begged my brain to focus on the familiar black and white of law. Law was supposed to separate good from evil but when it came to a family li

Mom asks as we sit at the kitchen table eating sandwiches and potato chips. "Fine. Uncle Harry sure had a wide range of interests. He's got everything from biographies to books on Wicca." I tell her. "I'm about halfway through. How's it going in the basement?" "Slow. Your uncle wasn't the most organized man in the world." Mom says, sighing. "I'm really having to organize everything before I can start sorting through his finances. This may take longer than I thought."

“Hi.” My breath caught. Lance looked at Javier’s hand… and didn’t take it. He didn’t even move. Absolute dead air. A hot wave of irritation shot up my spine, from my chest up to my nape. What the hell is his problem? Javier withdrew his hand slowly—calm, but clearly thrown off. And that just made me angrier at Lance. Arrogant. Rude. Unbelievably full of himself. “Let me apologize on his behalf,” Uncle said with an awkward laugh. “My brother’s terrible at socializing.”

“Your mother works for me. You would do well not to defy me—I could dismiss her quite easily.” Izzie swung her legs beneath the table, entirely unimpressed. “Uncle Seb is weird.” — His lips twitched. Very slightly. — To be called uncle felt… unfamiliar. He was not close to his family. Never had been. Nephews, nieces—those belonged to a world he had long kept at a distance. Though he had heard of this one. Dorothea. Regina Sterling’s favourite grandchild. — “And why,” he asked, “am I weird?”

"But... Uncle Lukas is not like the other uncles." "Really? How is he different?" Gloria asked, interested. "Yup! He is unlike other uncles because he didn't hurt Annabel when Mommy wasn't around! He just teased," Annabel explained, thinking hard. Annabel returned downstairs later with a small glass of leftover banana-apple smoothie in her hands, slurping happily. Gloria told her to watch her favorite colorful kids' cartoon on the big TV in the living room while she finished chores in Uncle Lukas's huge apartment. The cartoons had singing animals and fun adventures that always made Annabel giggle.