Novel & Cerita Uncle John Vampire Diaries

He strode toward me, admiration written all over his face. "Beautiful," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous." I couldn't help but grin. Just then, a familiar voice echoed from outside. My heart clenched, and my hands tightened involuntarily. I hadn't expected John to come here. Matt rested a calming hand on my shoulder before turning to leave the room. Outside, John rushed toward him, desperation written all over his face. "Uncle, lend me your phone. Please." Matt narrowed his eyes, giving his ungrateful nephew a cold, assessing look. "What do you need it for?" he asked icily.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

Date = 8 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Melaena “This whole thing has been coming for a long time,” Uncle John says, his voice roughening, like the words are scraping their way out. “We just never thought it would touch you. Not like this.” He swallows hard. “Turns out … we were wrong.” The room seems to shrink. Even the house — this warm, beautiful dream of a place — feels like it’s holding its breath.

I didn't know you had an uncle “ Via glared at her boyfriend. What was his problem anyways. She honestly thought they were over this shit by now. They've been together long enough that they shouldn't have been any secrets between them. Yet, here they were. When he'd said they were visiting someone who could help with the whole Vampire revolution shit, she hadn't expected it to be the same Vampire who had caused all this. And the man hadn't seemed even a bit remorseful, even while being married to a human wife! How could that woman just stand and watch the rest of humanity suffer at her husband's hands. “ We said we wouldn't have any secrets “ ” I was disowned by my father. Obviously I have n

It’s still useful. He has only met his uncle a few times. Not more than ten times in his nearly thirty years of existence. The last time he visited, his father was jealous. His Uncle Ice still looked very young despite his age. Vampires age slower and they would look very young for decades, if not centuries. His aura was imposing and intimidating.

"And, what are you talking about these people who want me dead? I just got here." "Gotcha!" A familiar's rough voice suddenly appeared behind us. When I turned my face to the person behind me, the balls of my eyes almost drop to the floor. "Come on, lovely dove! You guys have nothing to hide from me. I already know my nephew had a sex toy. I just didn't expect it to be you, Mr. John." "I'm his husband. Not his sex toy, old man." To my surprise, John clamped my right hand in front of Uncle Robin. I try to remove his grip but his eyes were telling me that I should buy whatever his drama is.

My uncle, a menacing figure, commands fear as an Alpha, he took over after my father's death. My father and uncle were once close, and I couldn't comprehend why he changed abruptly after being brutally murdered by the Lycan king, Kessler. He had vowed vengeance, but it seemed my uncle wasn't a match for the feared Lycan. He circled me, a devious smirk playing on his face. "Is he your mate?" With a shaky breath my heartbeat racing fast I answered "Yes, he is." Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good.

" he replied with an annoying grin. I almost couldn't believe it when I heard what he said. "Does your uncle have a split personality?" Alex whispered to me, it seems what he's thinking right now is the same as mine. I also feel a little amazed by his changed attitude from the sweet guy who asked me to the prom to the grumpy bloody werewolf Lycan, and now Vincent has turned into my annoying uncle again. "I want to talk to Caroline." he interrupted as he walked towards us, then Vincent glanced at Alex "I want to speak to him alone." They stared at each other for a moment but finally Alex gave in and walked out "I'm in my study if you need me." he said to me.

he calls out. One of the vampires in the room steps forward. He was very tall with a huge frame. “Ever fucked filth like this before?” my uncle sneers. “We all know you’ll fuck anything. Why not give us a little show?” My entire body went pale. Olsen grins, flashing sharp, yellowed fangs as his eyes roam over me. “I don’t know if she’s quite my taste, My Lord.” he murmurs cruelly. “You won’t know until you give her a try.” My uncle grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet before shoving me toward him. “Go on.”