Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

“Alright how about one on one without shifting or using powers he challenges.” I smirk at him as I shift and prepare to lose. I know I am no match for uncle Mark. I try my best to land a punch but he’s too quick. He blocks every throw and pins me to the ground before letting me back up. I try again to knock him on the ground or at least get a punch in but every time he pins me to the ground. He chuckles before I call it quits. “I’ll best you one day uncle Mark.” “I’ll be old and crippled by then squirt.”

EVELINE Uncle. The word echoed ominously in Eveline’s head as she shifted her gaze from Damon to the man she had fucked the night before. This could not be happening. Damon never mentioned having an uncle. Neither did his father mention having a brother. And even if he was to have one, why was it this man? “This happens to be my hospital,” Lucian replied coldly. “I thought you were in exile,” Damon said. He was still staring at his uncle with that hate in his eyes.

Seeing that his chubby little son was unusually silent, Adam crouched down, leveled the height of the two of them, immediately whispered something in Rafel's ear, making the boy smile again and then looked at Ethan with lazy rolling eyes. "Hi Ethan, Rafel, sorry Uncle is late." Mark came with two gift boxes, he put them on the pile of other boxes himself. "You guys are one on one, don't fight over it." The light of the man. "Dinner right away, I'm hungry." Mark immediately walked hastily to an empty table, his eyes darting around. "What is Uncle Mark?" Rafel reproached. Adam shook his head, so did Elina, they looked down almost laughing when they saw the behavior of their uncle's children, e

“You had ten days.” Mark growled from behind the wheel. “Ten bloody days to make up your mind but you chose the last fucking minute that you want him back.” “Uncle Mark!” Emmy shrieked in horror from the back seat. “Language!” “It’s okay, Em. Your mother’s a grown woman.” He said, giving me a nasty side glance. “Although she doesn’t act like it all the time.” “Emmy.” I said, “Sit back and relax. We’re driving way too fast.”

When Akiko finally recognized the messy hair, she screamed loudly. "Impossible!" Akiko screamed again. She refused to believe the disgusting reality she had just realized. It couldn't be that she slept with her own uncle! "Kenji... Uncle..." Akiko stuttered as she saw the body move, then awoke from her screams. It was definitely her uncle. That was why her aunt was hysterical and kept cursing her. "No... This can't be..." Akiko shook her head. There was no way she had just done the unthinkable with her uncle.

Mark. I knew he was there, of course. He had a way of moving that felt like the ground itself was shaking beneath him. Mark, my uncle. A silent wall of muscle and scar tissue, towering over me like a mountain. His tail and ear flickered curiously as he crawled out the window, barely fitting through. He didn’t say anything, just plopped down on the roof beside me with the same ease he had moving anything else. “Why are you out here?” I asked, not expecting him to answer.

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.

"Mom, Dad said he's taking me reindeer hunting. I don't want to go back." "But I miss you. Don't you miss me?" "No!" he answered without hesitation. I coaxed him, saying, "Have fun, then. I'll wait for you at home." "I'm not going back tonight. Daddy said he'll take me to the grasslands tonight. We're going to watch the stars together." I hung up the phone in silence. Finally, I sighed, picked up my suitcase, and left. Very well. This pack had nothing holding me back. To outsiders, I was Alpha James' mate and the Luna. Although we had a grand ceremony, we were not truly mates because James had never marked me.

Mara The packhouse looked normal from the outside in the way a trap can look like a home if you don’t know what you’re seeing. Wide porch. Warm lights. Trucks. Woods pressed in on every side like the whole place had been built to vanish. Gage had agreed to a “brief return” for one reason: I wouldn’t stop asking what the crescent-and-slash meant, and I’d started asking loud. Fifteen minutes, he’d said. Escort. No wandering.

Mark played center field. Melissa listened and then gave him an idea. "Go home and get the whole family. Take them with you to the gas station. Let Mike fill your truck and you pump gas into his. Let the whole family watch as he loses. It ought to quiet him down for a while." Mark looked gleeful. In Sheboygan I pulled into a truck stop and we unloaded Mark's truck. He gave us two hundred and asked for my cell phone number. I asked why. "Someday I may want to see which truck is the best after a few thousand miles."