Uncle Fester's Book Novels & Stories

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.’

“Prison? For what? Why?” She knew Lucien Roswood was the black sheep of the Roswood family—because Shane had talked about him non-stop the year they began dating. “I have an uncle. He’s a terrible person. He almost ruined the family’s reputation. Then he ran away from the country, leaving my dad to clean his mess.” “He’s the worst of them all. A total scumbag. If he ever shows his face in front of me, I’d put my fist through his fucking face.”

"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.

“Because they’re a fun library, duh. What do you think the moms do while the children listen to fables?” “But this is—” “Just give it a try. I annotated some parts I think will be most helpful to you.” Greg looked at his half-sister in disbelief. Not only did she read this erotic book, she also made sure to bookmark the most useful points. Greg had no idea whether to be thankful or curse his half-sister. When he looked over at Lester, he seemed just as proud of Mandy as she was of herself. Greg sighed in defeat. They chatted outside until it was time for him to go home. Before he left, Mandy made sure he was carrying the book.

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.

He came early because he wanted to see me unsettled. “Then enjoy your stay,” I said, and tried to walk around him. His hand closed around my wrist. It was not rough, but it was firm enough to stop me. “What is the hurry?” he asked quietly. I turned to face him again. I would not let him see fear. “Release me.” He did not. “I heard something interesting,” he continued, his tone almost casual. “Is it true? You are going to be my uncle’s breeder?” The word burned.

"But you’re willing to be with Atlas? He’s practically your uncle. How is that any different?" "It’s not the same," I shot back, trying to find the logic. "I’ve known you since we were kids, Theo. We grew up together." "Maybe that's exactly why it matters more," he said. I sat there, caught between the man who had just saved my life and the man who claimed to own it. No matter which way I turned, I was deeper in this than I ever intended to be. A stepbrother and an uncle.

"Liam thinks he owns me. He treats me like a piece of property." I gestured blindly toward the stage, at the men shoving dirty, crumpled bills into waistbands, at the raw, unfiltered consumption of bodies. "Of course you aren't any different… you are his uncle…" I said, my chest heaving. "You are just like him, charging a different price." A silence seemed to fall between us, even over the deafening roar of the metal music. His jaw ticked, but he didn't reach for me. I didn't wait for him to change his mind. I didn't wait for him to grab my bruised arm or force me toward the neon lights.