Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

Standing beside him, Vivian clung tightly to Theo’s arm, holding it like her life depended on it while wearing a sickly sweet, smug smirk. “Dad, please don’t get so angry that you harm your own health,” she purred softly. “My sister was just confused for a moment. That’s why she manipulated Uncle into turning against me. If it makes her happy... I’m willing to just kneel down and apologize to her…” “And who, exactly, asked you to kneel?” Kimberly’s clear, sharp voice rang out as she stepped out into the courtyard, tossing her hair over her shoulder. The moment Marco spotted her, his eyes flared with murderous rage.

“Oh heavens, I’m already this old, and I still have to watch that little bitch Selena send her own uncle to jail… “How did the Long family ever raise such a shameless wretch? She ran off with a man for years, got dumped, and then crawled back… “Now she won’t even spare her own uncle. What kind of sin did I commit to end up with such an unfilial descendant?” Drawn by her earth-shaking cries, Robert and Evelyn hurried downstairs. They saw Martha sitting on the floor, pounding her chest, while a crowd of so-called relatives stood behind her, pointing and whispering.

“Shouldn't you be the one getting married instead? Since you've been the one receiving all the good favors in this family. Big Brother.” “Why, you whore.” Slap. The sound of that slap on his cheek echoed in the room. A red mark visible on William's cheek. His mouth tasted like metal. The painful sting made the tears burst out. “Oh, mom! You shouldn't leave any mark where it'll be visible,” Alex said with his hand on his mouth but it couldn't hide the huge grin on his face. “Don't worry," A woman standing beside William said, cleaning her hand with a handkerchief taken from her gown’s pocket. “It will be gone before the wedding.”

"Second Uncle, you must be joking. You are almost 60 years old, but you are still so energetic. How dare I am in low spirits?" Upon hearing this, Mark still smiled. However, he looked behind him and asked, "Where's Jenny? Why didn't you bring her along?" "She said she didn't want to see your face, so she didn't come." "..." His nephew had never been nice to him since he was a child. However, even if he was not nice, he showed some respect on the surface. However, those words just now... Mark was clearly displeased. He looked at him in a demanding manner, but Zachary didn't seem to mind at all. He even deliberately said, "Oh my! Am I too direct? Sorry, I'm so careless. Please don't mind me, S

" Okay, what do you want please?" " Yea I came in here to tell you I heard everything you and your kids said, and I want you to know you are not going anywhere " " Please we want to go Uncle Mark"

The inside seemed as dilapidating as the outside, except there was some hominess about the place. A Christmas sock hung over the fireplace, and it had something in it… that I couldn't see. “Well, well,” the voice from above the stairs called out, clapping slowly. “If it isn’t my dear brother-in-law.” Velcar descends the stair, then he casually leaned against the frame of a doorway by the side. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes, cold and calculating, glinted in the fading sunlight. "Shawn, do you finally see me as… important?” he drawled. Then his eyes moved to the rest of the group, “...I guess not.”

Uncle Mark explained. “Wow, is that funny to you?” Jonathan inquired. “Well, sounds ironic to me,” Uncle Mark said. “So, what now, escorts?” Jonathan asked. “Do you have any other options,” He clarified. “Not so sure, that's why I came,” Jonathan responded. “Enjoy the party, mate, we'll hit the usual spots till we find one suitable.” Uncle Mark replied. Uncle Mark was then whisked away by a woman in a silky dress, leading him downstairs. Jonathan glanced back and saw Geoffrey chatting with a reveler.

Mark closed his eyes and leaned his face into my hand for a few seconds then opened them. "You ready to go downstairs little brother?" Mark nodded and reaching down grabbed his gym bag. The walk back to the apartment was an entertaining one. The promenade was mostly populated by older couples and yuppies many of whom were out and about. My brother hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on and was getting quite a few looks ranging from disdain from a couple of older people to a hilarious look of absolute lust from a blonde around my age who all but started following him. Mark was oblivious to everyone as he stalked down the hallway.

“Finally decided to join us,” “It's not like I have a choice,” mark muttered annoyed as he walked into the car. Chuckling I got in as we drove to the Downs mansion. Mark didn't say a word as we drove in the car, it was unlike him but then he didn't approve of this journey. We got to the mansion and he finally spoke, “We're here sir, just like you wanted,” he said with clear sarcasm, as he opened the car to get out, I looked at him, puzzled, “Mark….” He banged the door before I could complete my sentence, “okay,” I muttered to myself.

I sent a message to my mom, and she responded in second, "Yes you are my son, meet me at the corner of Alfred street and Donna's Cafe there is an ally we can get this done. We recorded what we needed, Darren installed the app on my phone, we tested, and I was heading to meet my mom. She was waiting for me in the alley, she looked like a rat, I have no idea how can I call this woman a mom at all, but I had to one last time. Also we are running out of time, the trial is about to start in 2 h and I needed evidence to save my dad.