Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

"Take him to your bathroom okay? The housekeeper is still fixing his room." My bathroom? Ofcourse, to Mom, it's just a harmless suggestion. Take him to your bathroom to clean up. But my mind conjures up images of us in my bathub. 'Rose, pull yourself together. He's your uncle. Whatever feelings you had towards him was a mistake.'

“You don’t have to be so nervous.” “She’s right to be afraid. We can’t underestimate them if they’re really part of Hawkers,” John replied. “We’ll leave through the back door.” “How do you know about Hawkers?” Adrian curiously asked. “When I was young, I visited my uncle’s place in the suburbs,” John still remembered that incident vividly. “I can’t forget what I saw that day. I saw people moving so fast they could dodge bullets and run faster than horses.” “You are exaggerating,” Elena said.

THE SUNROOM "Autumn Martins?" someone murmured, testing the name on their tongue like it was a piece of spoiled fruit. "Who the hell is Autumn Martins?" another cousin asked, looking around the room as if the answer might be written on the expensive wall lined with intricate paints. "Uncle, this must be a joke, right? You are joking, right?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling. She looked from her grandfather to Eric, searching for a punchline. "It's another Autumn, isn't it? Not my Autumn."

Uncle John was a cost efficiencies expert with a serious lack of empathy. Crystal and her brother Eric sat opposite where Evan and Sara stood. Both were too busy with their social media to even say hello. The two competed in a catty competition about who’s the better influencer, so this wasn’t new, and they probably were using the sympathy card to gain more followers. Gemma couldn't care less, but at least they weren’t drains on society. “Uncle John, really? She never appeared crazy to me. I think you just wanted to estate to sell for a fast buck. I never heard a bad word about any of you from Great Aunt Esme. The woman welcomed everyone into her home.”

My Uncle’s eyebrows rose as if he weren’t expecting me to have the audacity to join him. Yet, he listened closely as I explained some of the technological advances since he had last been free. He watched with his hands clasped together in front of him as I flipped the light switch a couple of times before moving to the bathroom and showing him the toilet, shower, and sink. I figured I should offer to have some of our maids bathe him as they had done me when I had first arrived, but I didn’t know him yet, nor his temper. The last thing I wanted was to find out after losing so many in the battle that my Uncle smote someone for not following an unknown procedure from over a century ago, or some

The door opened and I saw Uncle John and Aunt Noora standing there looking at me wondering about my action. "I just tried to look for some comics books" I tried to explain even if they don't ask for it, hoping that they won't think negative. Gladly that they really didn't think that way. At night I saw Uncle John or shall I say uncle Jonathan, he is sitting at the sea shore near a burning bonfire drinking by his self a bottle of beer. Aside from me, he is the only man in this private beach. Although there are a couple of guy who visited us once or twice a week to brought us some groceries and other materials that we might need but still this place is damn boring, I didn't even know that I wa

I could tell he wasn’t happy with being put last but he took the cigar anyway. “Turns out no one was trying to kill me.” My uncle said,as our cigars were lit. “It was that damned pipe that was leaking again. Filled everywhere with gas. Unfortunately, there was a casualty.” “Who?” I asked. “The Janitor. Came to my office to clean. The moment he put on the light switch, kaboom! Everything went off with flames. “That's terrible,” I sympathized. “Did he have family?” My Uncle shook his head. “Not that I know of. He was just some lonely, old guy who was in need of a job, and had been doing it well for the past ten years.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a few years old, all the adrenaline and everything we're experiencing is magical, he keeps giving me little gifts and cute things and I'm completely enchanted because I've never had that in my life, Stephan my relationship was rubbish, and now with Oliver I feel fulfilled. I'm in the bathroom reading a magazine, at Oliver's house there are comics in the bathrooms, I thought that was super cool and after reading a story from Uncle Scrooge's magazine I finish what I have to do and clean myself up with a wet wipe that I have in my bag After all, I'm going to mess with him and I don't want to smell... I wash my hands and very slowly I leave the bathroom, looking outside

“I want to see how my uncle reacts. I don’t really care about his feelings anyway, but what matters…” He suddenly burst into laughter, then chuckled. “His expression will be very interesting.” He slipped out of the restroom and froze when he saw Hannah heading toward the women’s restroom. John immediately stepped back, ducked into a stall, and shut the door hard. He grumbled under his breath, “What is Hannah doing here?” His expression darkened as he sneered. “My uncle Philip really is something… but thinking Hannah can stop me is nothing but a pipe dream.” After steadying his breathing, he stepped out and looked around. Moving quickly, he left the restroom and reentered the bustling hall. H