Uncle Monty A Series Of Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

However, why did the uncle who wanted to kill me save me? I held my head, feeling the dizziness coming on. "This is so strange. What exactly is he planning?" I clucked in annoyance, putting together the puzzle pieces that had only been arranged a few. I couldn't find the answer to that at all. If Uncle Matthew wanted to kill me, shouldn't he have let me get killed by the villain earlier?

"Going to crawl over here and say you're sorry?" Mystical Chubby said, eyeing Montez as he licked the last crumbs from his fingers. "You... Have you any idea who my uncle is? I promise you, you're not leaving here on your own two feet today!" Montez spat back, his pride wounded but not his resolve. He had a sneaking suspicion that Mystical Chubby's abilities surpassed those of a martial general, but he had his own ace up his sleeve. He was not intimidated by some martial general wannabe.

I sobbed, tears flowing freely now. “You can’t have a normal life with those people out there,” my uncle finally said. “What people?” I demanded. “It’s not time for you to know,” my uncle said, making me clench my fists in anger. “Enough!” I yelled, delivering a roundhouse kick to a dummy, sending its head flying off its body. My uncle’s eyes widened at my agility. “You need to tell me what’s coming now,” I demanded. He remained silent, ignoring me. I scoffed, about to walk out, when he finally spoke. “The Evil Triplets,” he uttered, causing me to stop in my tracks.

I smiled at Genevieve over the rim and pretended to take a sip. I had no way of knowing if this tea was poisoned. My first life had taught me that the poison wasn't always in the tea—sometimes it was in the food, the bathwater, the medicine I'd trusted. But the tea had been the first, the most obvious, the one I'd caught in time. And I'd caught it again. But I had to wait. I had to let the others see that I was trying, that I was willing to trust Genevieve, that I wasn't the paranoid, unstable omega they'd believed me to be in my first life.

"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.”

Well, it's a school for elite people, after all. I was wonder-struck when the door opened. "Mom!... don't you know how to knock? Geez, you scared me to death." I place the last batch of my pajamas inside my traveling bag. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. Well, as you can see," she pointed her wristwatch, "time is running, you shouldn't be late on your first day inside Chanter University," she said. "I'm not that intrigued at all. Because I hundred pretty sure that I'll be missing you all, guys." I said and zipped my bag. Done.

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.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

I was upset with the way Felix kept bringing up Jackson but seeing Amelia's facial expression got me excited, I was beginning to love it rather than getting pissed. “Why are you so concerned about me?” I was shocked to hear a familiar voice ask, he handed a bouquet of flowers to me and sat down. I couldn’t stop looking at him because he keeps surprising me lately. “Oh, uncle finally came.” Everyone was shocked to know that Shirley was married to the Almighty Jackson. There was one person on the table looking for a place to hide so Jackson didn't see his face. “Jackson, are you okay?” Cindy asked. Everyone turned to look at him including Jackson. “My name is Micheal not Jackson, I changed my

Clara replied, recalling the unfortunate incident. "Did you get stuck in the elevator with your Uncle Joe?" Nadia exclaimed enthusiastically. She couldn't wait to hear the next part of the story. It must be more exciting than Clara's previous tales. Clara nodded softly, holding back a smile, remembering the dinner, just the two of them – could it be considered a date? "Who is Uncle Joe?" Mario inquired, breaking his silence. Nadia and Clara exchanged glances, staying silent and waiting for the other to speak.