Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

“Nuel, I don't need to tell you what to do. Get me answers from the rest of the faction. I need to know who's trying to get to me.” “What would you have me do, my lord,” Marble asked, licking the rim of her glass in a seductive slow motion. “Try to get some rest. Nobody likes an over-enthusiastic lady.” I responded, flickering my wrist dismissing them all. The pattern surged even hotter pulling me to her. Brilliant girl! I snarled. She had found a way to use the mark just like I did. “Don’t worry little hunter, Daddy is coming.”

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

"Uncle, it’s Marco—he’s been poisoned. Doctor Cameron says she needs your blood. Please, hurry.’ A low growl vibrated through the link. ‘Wolfsbane. I’m on my way.’ Each minute felt like a lifetime. Doctor Cameron worked with sharp, practiced movements, but even she wore a grim expression that made my stomach twist. Marco wasn’t out of the woods yet. We just needed Uncle to get here—fast. The doors burst open and he rushed in, breath ragged, eyes immediately locking onto Marco. Without a word, he rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. “Take what you need.”

He had finally arrived. A chilling intensity filled his eyes as he looked at Caroline, who was crouched on the floor. He directed a deadly glare at Mark. "Well, Mark, impressive, aren't you? How dare you kidnap my woman?" Mark quickly stood up, seeking refuge behind his secretaries, visibly trembling. "Uncle... Uncle Evan!" Evan approached him with a few swift steps, narrowing his eyes as he questioned, "So, you finally acknowledge that I'm your uncle, huh?"

I said. “I know, I've been there.” She said, somehow I wanted to know more of what she meant like that. I wanted her to confide in me. I smiled at her and directed her to where everyone was already seated. “This looks amazing, I am starving!” Mark said, everyone laughed. “Mama, Uncle Mark can eat everything here. It's not too small for him.” Aiden jokes. “Oh really?” I said, trying to know more. “Yes mama, one time we were eating popcorn and Uncle Mark ate them while we were asleep.” Caleb chipped in.

This time Long Xie will stay in the car as he use his military uniform . At 9. 45 , Long Xie drive the jeep follow by two jeep and eight military trucks . One truck full with men with military uniform . Long Xie comes down with a man in his military uniform and they look a bit close . Sixth aunt this is my mother's younger brother. He is a battalion commander . This is his battalion so don't worry . My uncle wants to buy food supplies and for my mother's cousin who works in the hospital too . But , it seems the truck will be full .

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Confused murmurs spread like wildfire, some pack members rushed toward my uncle’s mansion, fear etched on their faces. My uncle stepped out calmly, commanding the crowd with his presence. “It’s just an unusual eclipse,” he told them. “You’re at your strongest under this moon. Enjoy it.” But when he returned inside, his voice lowered. “This… this is very rare,” he said, his expression unreadable. I barely registered his words. Everything around me, the low hum of voices, the woman’s soft chanting, even the faint sound of drumming from the far hill, faded into nothing.

Cameras watched. I pressed the gate button. It opened slow. I walked the long driveway. Gravel crunched under my shoes. My heart beat fast. I knocked on the huge door and it opened quick. Uncle Mark filled the doorway. He was not with no shirt but only gray shorts. His chest was hard, wet with sweat. Muscles moved when he breathed. His eyes looked at me—slow, hot, hungry. “Mr. Moretti,” I said, voice small. “Mom sent food.”