Uncle Fester's Book Novels & Stories

Before I could even begin to think why, my uncle said, “Joel, what are you still doing out…….oh, sorry Sir, I didn’t see you there.” Casper looked over to my uncle, but didn’t say anything. I saw my uncle staring intently at my hands, which were still clutching onto Casper’s arms. “Oh, this isn’t what it looks like,” I said to my uncle, once again thankful for the darkness. “The ground is uneven here and Casper is a little unsteady on his feet, aren’t you?” Casper looked at me a little blankly, much to my annoyance, then said, “I’m fine,” before taking a step backwards while pushing me away.

Izzy asked excitedly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. “Well, more like a hotel and resort, my uncle owns the place…” Carl replied, which made Izzy even more nervous. “Carl, is this Uncle S.A. or Uncle S.S. the one you keep talking about, is he old?” Izzy couldn’t help but ask, as they were getting into the car waiting for them at the airport. “No, he’s still young, probably around 34 or 35, why?” The anxiety that had troubled Izzy earlier intensified, mixing with fear and concern.

“I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?” "Being his Uncle, mean we can't be in bed together, I'd thought you're a friend on maybe a business partner of the Carter's at worst" I turned to him, folding my hands under my bossom, "But an 'Uncle'? That's family, and a whole generation of difference at that" "We can't be together" I concluded, My eyes on him.

He crosses his arms over his chest, pulling one hand up to rub at his goatee, something he is known for when deep in thought. I set down the book I was looking at and move in his direction. Somehow I don’t think the spell will be in ‘Cooking For Ogres 101’. Not even sure why Uncle Luc would even have a need for a book like that, but I also don’t want to know the answer either. “Do you have an idea?” I ask Uncle Luc, coming up beside him.

Dinner was going great until they began talking about Jalen, and how he was a terrible match for me. "God forbid that I'll watch my beautiful niece marry a Lycan. She deserves someone better," Uncle Fester, my dad's younger brother said, shaking his head in disappointment. "A man who will treat her right and take care of her." I wanted to snap back at him and defend Jalen, but I held my tongue. These were older people whom I was required to respect their opinions. Instead, I just sat there quietly, listening to their condemning words. Aunt Wendy seemed to take notice of my silence and lack of appetite. "My dear, you look thin and malnourished," she said, reaching across the table to touch my

a voice interrupted nearby and made Kevin look up. "Did you forget uncle? I'll only get drunk after drinking a hundred bottles of wine?" "Ah yes I forgot to forgive your uncle Kevin's dementia." "Ah never mind uncle, it's not a problem. Why don't you rest Yos?" Kevin asked squinting at his brother who was picking up the book. "I like it, have I ever obeyed you? Ouch!! Uncle WHY DID YOU HIT ME WITH THAT THICK BOOK!!" "You can still feel the pain too apparently."

I was ready to fool Aunt Melissa but surprisingly, she was nowhere to be found. Wohoooo, the universe is on my side today, somewhat. ‘Really? I got hit by a giant tree, was nearly eaten by a giant werewolf, I am alive only because the wolf was kind enough and I also witnessed my uncle’s deadly side, and am getting all giddy over this? I really have low expectations from life’ I pushed the thought aside and moved inside the room. Uncle Pete was so shameless that he kept morphine right under his pillow like it was a broken tooth for the tooth fairy.

he confessed. “You're crazy,” I said, and we both laughed. “Can I ask for a favor?” “Anything?” “Please don't tell Clinton where I am, please.” “Don't worry, I won't meddle in your issues. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but my uncle loves you, Jess, you changed him, he was never a family person he changed for you. I know whatever he did hurt you, but please find a way to talk it out with him.”

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

he admitted, scratching the back of his head, “I don’t know how to read yet, but my teacher says I’ll learn quickly. For now, I look at the pictures in storybooks and guess the stories. Uncle Stefan brings me lots of them!” My smile faltered at the mention of Stefan. The man had wormed his way into both Allison’s and Liam’s lives. He wasn’t just engaged to Allison; he was close to my son, too. Too close. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the surge of jealousy that threatened to boil over. “Stefan?” I asked, feigning casual interest. “Yes, Daddy,” Liam said, his tone cheerful and oblivious. “Uncle Stefan is so nice! He’s an author, you know. He writes children’s books and gives me lots of them f