Uncle Monty A Series Of Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

“The company, once known for the impeccable standards established by founder Nicholas Montero, now appears to be facing a severe crisis of confidence under current owner Andrew Montero, who inherited control after his brother’s death, which the police are now labelling as suspicious.” Suspicious. I took a slow sip of coffee and did not even taste it. Then the footage changed. Live. My uncle and aunt’s house, surrounded by police vehicles and reporters. And then— Uncle Andrew emerged in handcuffs. So did Aunt Maggie. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. A maid came in quietly with a breakfast tray and set it beside me on the low table. Pastries, fruit, toasted bread, butter, eggs. I couldn’

“Seriously, Linda, where is the camera?” “Uncle, what camera?” “The camera you are using to record this. Then you tell me that this is a joke, and my new assistant is someone else.” “I don’t want to be your assistant anyway. This niece of yours tricked me into coming here.” I stand aside and take out my phone to request a cab. "You said my assistant is a classy woman, but then you bring me her?" He grimaces. "With her reputation?" "That was a long time ago, uncle." Linda interjects.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

The thought that we were live on TV made me wince. "I don't know this man." I tried denying but no one seemed to buy my story. Rain raised a brow but didn't say a word. Lucas chuckled darkly. "When I called you a slut, never would I have guessed that you slept with my uncle? Just how shameless can you be?!" He yelled while glancing at his uncle. “Uncle, I’m so sorry that this happened …” Lucas began and I couldn’t help but wish to disappear. “I’m sure she did this to get back to me, I didn’t even know you were back… I would have kept my slut of an ex-wife at bay…. Just like she did me, I'm sure she seduced you, right?!" He asked.

"Dead serious, nephew. Now run along before I inform your uncle that you assaulted his wife." "Don't get cocky," Nathan hissed through gritted teeth. "You don't know who you're dealing with. My uncle will destroy you when he's done using you. He's ruthless." Evelyn, who had started to walk away stopped, she turned back with a dangerous smile. "Well, until then, you should stay far away from your aunt. And let me correct you—you don't speak to me in that way anymore. I promised you once that I'd ruin you. I haven't even begun yet. So sit back and watch your pathetic life fall apart."

“What happened?” The nun pressed her rosary beads between her fingers, her voice lowering as though afraid the words might hurt the air itself. “A terrible accident, my dear. She was returning from school with her parents. The car… they say the brakes failed on a hill. It rolled into a ditch before anyone could help. Her parents didn’t survive.” Victoria’s breath caught. “Oh my God…” “She was found alive by passersby,” the nun continued quietly. “They brought her here late last evening. She’s barely four years old, and she hasn’t spoken since. The only words we’ve heard are ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’. She whispers them in her sleep.”

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

Jasmine grinned causing me to frowned. "Don't listen to Jasmine she's such a bitch sometimes" Lucas said shooting her a glared. Jasmine stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes, she seriously had a thing for Lucas. "How bad are you feeling?" Cameron asked. "Like I'm about to puke" I choked out. I rested my head on the desk and hold my stomach, the feeling is really awful and I want to puke but it's not coming up. Why did I ate that damn octopus? Cameron was rubbing my back to comfort me and Lucas started packing my things in my bag.

Mia retained her silence. Mrs. Jackson continued with her utteration. " I get it, Derrick messed up. He wronged you. But going out with the uncle ain't right either. Two wrongs, no matter which angle you look at them, they will never make a right. Besides, that man is too old for you. You can't be intimate with a man who is almost my age."

Albert ran into the room with an air of confidence, whisking Evelyn along as they hurried outside. To him, Evelyn and Warren were family, while the other uncles were nothing but troublemakers. Evelyn swiftly ended her call and followed Albert into the banquet hall. Upon entering, she spotted several uncles slumped over the table, muttering to themselves. A cluster of cousins surrounded Warren, deeply engrossed in a dice game. Seeing Evelyn approach, Warren, typically the victor, unexpectedly faced defeat by rolling a mere one. The cousins erupted in cheers, egging him on to drink. Without hesitation, Warren grabbed his glass and downed three shots in quick succession.