Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

“Get me a wheelchair and proceed with my discharge, I'm going to see Clara. Now that he thought about it he felt Clara was to impatient and Arthur his uncle had walked in with her, he also left with her. His mind was a rollercoaster of thoughts as he felt there was more to Clara and his uncle that just coincidence. Few minutes later Kate walked in with a wheelchair and a nurse as they both helped him onto the chair, he was later wheeled out and also helped into Kate's car as she drove him home, “ take me to see Clara, I want to talk to her.” Kate's hands in the steering wheel stopped for one second before she changed directions to the Thorne's corporation. Getting there under five minutes th

The sky cries instead of the gloomy who stands still, watching as his parents are slowly lowered six feet deep. One by one people walk towards him, dropping a flower into the lowering casket as they wish their condolences. Mark, all the while just stares at the casket with absolutely no strength in his voice and no words to say. "My brother was a very good man, you can't imagine how sad it is for me knowing he left his only son and little boy alone, but don't worry, I'll take care of you as it is now my responsibility," his uncle says.

"Ask the Grand Luna why Julian was really here. Ask her why the Mark only appeared after he made contact with the estate!" ​Silas tilted his head, his interest finally piqued. He looked from Elena to the Grand Luna, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Now, that is an interesting thought. I was under the impression the Mark was a divine lineage trait. Are you suggesting there’s... foul play involved?" ​"I'm suggesting," Elena gasped, clutching her stomach as she leaned against the doorframe, "that the Mark isn't a blessing. It’s a curse. And Julian wasn't trying to steal it, he was trying to use it for himself."

Joe chuckled. "Uncle, I'm embarrassed, what if someone sees us?" Clara refused. The refusal was only on her lips because her body didn't move. She felt comfortable under Joe's dominating embrace. Comfortable! Not only that, the scent of his body tickled Clara's sense of smell, making her want more. More and longer in such a position with Uncle. "My Clara," Joe whispered. "Yes, my Uncle Joe!" Clara replied. Silent but quick, Joe carved a mark of possession on the side of Clara's slender neck. The girl couldn't resist; instead, she was curious because she also desired it.

I got the distinct feeling that this uncle was not well liked here. I looked at Ruari, but he told me that he would explain later. Cora practically sneered when she was telling Mark and Ruari that his uncle called. I could hear Mark growling while he was on his phone. I was guessing the talk was not going well. Mark still had a scowl on his face as he walked back into the room, and I could hear a low growl coming from him. There was clearly no brotherly love between them.

Aunt Feli’s southern accent calmed me down. I looked at her and smiled softly. “Yeah. Let’s just forget about it. Next time, I want you to call the police.” She nodded sorrowfully. Five seconds passed before she looked at me with a mischievous smile on her face and looking at my bitten shoulder. “So, who was in your room last night? Looks like the young fellow found you delicious hon.” She asked and I looked at her in horror. Aunt Feli winked at me and continued. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mama that you lost your virginity already. As long as you use protection and it ain’t my fault if you get pregnant. Did you use protection? Darlin’, I can buy you some in you need –“

He also bought a car for them for ease of movement. Uncle Mark who had not had sex in over twenty years due to the death of his wife could now have sex as he wished with his new wife and they agreed it wasn’t necessary to have more children. They went on a two weeks holiday to England and Aunty Anna and Pappy Alan came to help Keith and Kelsey out during that period. Both Uncle Mark and Nanny Maria now had each other’s shoulders to lean on and they were very happy.

“Yikes, Queenie. Your so-called boyfriend is such a big talker!” Zayn sneered and said, “My uncle’s name is Walter York. If you really have the capability to get my uncle demoted, I will kneel and apologize to you!” Kayson immediately made a call to Xander.

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

And to no one’s surprise, his faithful love to Jessica and that little demon son of his had become his most important signature next to the way he ran the family business. There were the most beautiful women around him, some tried to seduce him away from Jessica. Without even a blink of an eye, Cicio would hold up his palm and said, “No, my wife awaits me at home.” None of which, though, was my business. Running the art-dealing part of the business as a front for the underworld's illegal chores was enough to preoccupy most of my time. I had learned and developed a more decisive character out of that father’s sweet little principessa. My dad had been a fan of what I’ve grown into, and he gran