Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

Today I'm in the mood to walk. On the way, near the lake, I spot familiar faces in the distance — Maya, Nico, and their little sister Stacy. Nico, usually so broody, is laughing out loud as Stacy smears ice cream on the tip of his nose. He says something, and Maya smiles. Adorable dimples appear on her cheeks as she flashes pearl-white teeth. I never knew she had such a mesmerizing smile. She never smiles like that near me.

“Now tell me, nephew why you were so desperate last night to have fucked a used up loose whore like Kim with so many virgins in the pack? I mean I sent her but what she told me before you got here was how frantic you were. Tell me, are you hiding something? Have you marked someone?” “I was horny it’s been a while since I had someone. There is not anything I am hiding and of course I have not marked anyone. I am not that stupid uncle. We have a plan I have been preparing for this my whole life. You have raised me so I could take revenge on those that have ruined our lives and soon...soon we will.

My uncle turned away and exchanged a look with my brother. “No, don’t turn away from me like I’m crazy, answer me uncle Tee, because I know damn well this hole wasn’t dug yesterday” I said, my voice increasing with every word. My hands trembled at the thought of being clearly manipulated into surrendering to fathers plot. Was hein this too, I thought. His wheelchair was right there that day, he sat directly over the tunnel or whatever the hell was down there. He knew we had a chance yet he did nothing. “You have to keep your voice down Marcella” he said, sounding irritated by my rants.

This time, he was sent flying out of the courtyard, and his entire body smashed the gate ruthlessly. The debris collapsed on him while he was lying on the ground, Miles ate nonchalantly, not bothering about what was happening outside the house. Mark's face was creased with worry, Miles noticed that Mark wasn't eating, and he said slowly, “Uncle Mark, don't you like my food? I will finish it if you would rather not eat”. corners of Mark's lips twitched, he didn't believe Miles still have the appetite to eat, even make a small joke in such a situation, he buried his head and started digging as well.

Uncle Sol admitted as he and Uncle Marko followed me to the entrance. As they cross the invisible gate, both of them stop walking as they both look at the remains of Purpura. “I hate wars,” Uncle Marko blurted out as he started to walk toward me leaving Uncle Sol behind, “They destroy everything that’s beautiful without any remorse and only leave incurable scars behind.” “Poetic are we?” Uncle Sol teases Uncle Marko as he drapes his arm on Uncle Marko’s shoulder. “It’s true,” Uncle Marko replied defensively.

Alastair stated. “Of course, he will,” Ronald assured them. Alastair and the others stood up. Seeing them Ronald, Jasper and Lucius too stood up, followed by Mark. They all shook hands with each other when the three Scott brothers saw them off till the car. In the next five minutes, Mark’s father and uncles came to the hall. “Mark, what were you trying to do earlier?” His father, Lucius asked him angrily. “That’s my decision so I told them what I feel right,” Mark answered his father.

One minute, he was zipping down, the next minute, I felt his hot member against the butt. "Brace yourself, Kayla." He whispered. "I'm about to fuck you so hard, you'd never be able to call me 'uncle' again."

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

Just then, there was a knock, and I hopped off the stool, heading to the door with Luca. Uncle Mark was at the other side of the door when we opened it. “There are my two detectives,” he said, grinning. Uncle Mark was very strong because he leaned down, easily carried Luca and me in each arm, and took us to his car. “If your mom kills me for this, I’m going to kill you two,” he said. Luca giggled. “That doesn’t make sense.” He chuckled as he put us in the backseat and put on our seatbelts.