Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

And she'd let someone else mark her. Standing downstairs,waiting for my guards to bring her back,I heard someone say she'd been marked. I nearly crushed my phone. That was the moment it hit me—I'd fallen in love with the woman who'd been by my side all along. She said she wanted a clean break.Like she was cutting me out of her life for good,turning us into strangers. I lost control.I threw a punch. And then I lost the fight to that brat. I remembered hating him even as a kid.I was only four years older,and he'd called me"uncle."

Chloe leaned closer to Layla as they walked. “Okay, that was iconic.” Layla sighed. “I’m exhausted.” Chloe grinned. “Still worth it.” Students continued whispering as they passed.Some looked shocked while some looked impressed. Chloe bumped Layla lightly with her shoulder. “You know what the craziest part is?” Layla glanced at her. “What?” Chloe lowered her voice dramatically. “You chose his uncle during Seven Minutes.” Layla rolled her eyes. “It was just a game.” Chloe smirked.

He had been quietly supporting me all these years. I shook my head. “Uncle, I know Mark better than anyone. I can help. Besides, I want to take him down myself to avenge my father and Vito.” The night was deep, and moonlight streamed through the window. He stayed silent for a long moment, then patted my shoulder. “Alright. You can go, but remember to stay safe.” Mark had hidden in a small town in Naples, right in the middle of the town’s annual music festival. The crowds made the mission far more complicated.

Earlier, Henry had slipped downstairs with some flimsy excuse. Effie's eyes welled up, her voice breaking. "We've been six years together and five years married. Don't you love..." "Nope," I cut her off. She broke down, covering her face and bolting from the room. That same day, I received a call from Kevin.

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

Nina's POV "Uncle Trump, before you go around the table, you should be careful,"Mark said, his tone calm yet edged with warning. "There are broken ceramics everywhere." His words landed like a stone in a pond, causing ripples of unease to spread through the room. Everyones eyes widened in surprise, darting between the floor and Mr. Trump, who stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just been said. The weight of Marks observation hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

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.

Riley says looking at Kai and Harley. "Are you sure? I don't want them to be too much trouble for you guys." "Oh come on. We're their uncles and aunts. They'll have a ball." Mark says, picking Harley up. "You guys are a huge help, thanks." "No prob." Kayno says. "Wait, where's Zeno?" I ask. "Upstairs with Cam." "Probably getting laid." Mark says. "Mark, you get louder than Riley does at night." I tease.

Unable to come up with any credible answer, I gave up and looked out window, watching as the scenery zipped us by, silence descending in the car once more. When we arrived home, it was already early evening. We greeted our parents and immediately set to making dinner. Dinner was rather uneventful because other than the regular questions, nothing major happened. We eventually concluded dinner and I went straight to my room to talk with Felix. When I checked my phone, they were already messages waiting for me. With a half smile on my face, I settled on the bed, clicked on the bed. He was majorly asking if he'd gotten home safely and I promptly replied that we had and even had dinner. Moments l

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let it fall as I wiped my eyes and scanned the space around me until I saw a red Camaro. I took a deep, steady breath before I strode towards the car. With a shudder, I opened it and slid into the passenger's seat before I turned to face my best friend, “Please take me to a party. I need to drown my sorrows.” Shocked, Mark gave me a once-over as a frown marred his face, “It didn't work?” I forced a smile, “For the best.” I leaned on the seat and closed my eyes, trying not to think of my uncle.