Uncle Fester's Book Novels & Stories

’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled. ‘Are you okay, Uncle?’ he raised his hand, motioned me to sit. ‘I am fine, it’s just that I forgot the book I was thinking of bringing.’ I looked at him confused. ‘Book?’ he nodded. ‘It is about white wolves. I don’t know how council found that book, but I had seen it once in the library, however, never opened it. I will send it to you after going back, just remind me okay.’ Although we don’t know what is written inside the book I still hope we can find any help from it and a little would be enough for us right now.’ Lilith excused herself, she had been busy with some work leaving me and uncle alone, I was grateful f

I looked between them. “What happened?” Aunt Margaret looked delighted to share the story. “Adrian got into a fight over her.” I nearly choked. “What?” The room erupted into laughter. I tried to picture him as a child. Even a few people who had clearly heard the story dozens of times were smiling from ear to ear. “It wasn’t a fight,” Adrian muttered. “It was absolutely a fight,” Aunt Margaret said. “You punched a boy.” She said clearly enjoying the effect the story had on him.

Felix quickly stepped forward, greeting Faber with a face full of flattery: “Elder Luther, hello!” When Faber saw Felix, he only felt that he looked familiar but didn't remember who it was. He didn't respond. “My uncle is Charlie Grant, and I am his nephew,” Felix hurriedly introduced himself, emphasizing his direct relation. His face bore an expression of arrogance and pride, knowing his uncle was a vice-chairman. This indirectly elevated his status.

She fell back against the wheelchair as her body spasmed uncontrollably. Uncle Steve strode over to me and stepped on my face. He dangled the bottle of pills in front of me and asked with a wicked smile, "Are you going to keep being stubborn, Caleb? I'll return the pills to you if you sign the promissory note." "Stop wasting your breath on him, Steve," Aunt Valerie said impatiently. "The old hag's not going to last another minute." My heart felt as if it was tearing apart as I watched Mom's eyes roll into the back of her head, her breathing slowly turning weak.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

Esther ‘Esther?’ I almost fall off the nook when my uncle’s voice in my head startles me. I have been sitting on the nook for days without moving, reading piles of books I once took from Dominic’s library. Facing fictional dragons is better because my reality sucks. ‘Uncle Felix? I thought they caught the witch who helped you out.’ ‘They did. I found another one, I have my ways.’ ‘This is going to get you in trouble,’ I sigh. ‘A big one.’

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

"Do you have a date or something?" "No! Gerry is coming over!" I blurted out. "I see," Uncle raised one eyebrow in amusement. Even at his mature age of fifty-two, he was still a handsome man. Gabz's little nickname for him was the Sexy-Silver-Fox. Uncle always tried to shelter his blush whenever Gabz would address him by her name for him. As for Aunty, she found it inappropriate. "It's not like that, we're Just acquaintances." Why did I just say that? I sounded guilty of something.

They were close. I was grateful that they were willing to assist me. Even though I was nervous, I tried to remain calm as I stepped into the grand and luxurious lobby of Wilder Group. Everything there looked incredibly expensive. Just by looking at the company building, I could already tell that Summer’s uncle was extremely wealthy. He probably had enough assets to last for generations. Wait, what was his name again? I had forgotten it. Kai Wilder Reyes? I wondered what he looked like. He must be an impressive man. But Summer had warned me that he had a terrible temper.

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.