Uncle Monty A Series Of Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

Uncle Lucifer said. “Wait, what happened to the person who did this?’ Maurice asked, as I had not thought of that. “He fell 100 feet down a mountain.” Uncle Lucifer said as he gave a sickening smile. Knowing what that meant, I shivered as the Lawyer’s face grew grim. “We will pretend we did not hear that.” Mr. Adda said as I chuckled, softly thankful Millie had an understanding Lawyer. “Good, because it’s not like you can extradite me in time anyways.” Uncle Lucifer said as he moved the bag behind him.

Grace I stood frozen in the living room, the luxurious nightmare closing in around me. Adrian’s words echoed in my head like a death sentence. “Your uncle sold you to me, bunny,” he said calmly, almost conversationally, as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Money for his gambling debts and what he stole from me. He took a nice fat sum to disappear again and handed you over on a silver platter weeks ago. Signed the papers and everything.” My world tilted. I looked at Adrian, shocked beyond word and then at my uncle still kneeling on the marble floor, face bloody and swollen. “No… that can’t be true.”

Ari King’s POV When Rei and I made it home, Uncle Monty was there waiting for us. His head in his hands. Rei closed the door, causing it to thud louder than normal. He looked up to see us and gave a smile. “How are my two favorite nephews?” “Well, we’re your only nephews.” His deep chuckle reverberated through my bones. “Glad to see you are still a smart alec. Mind telling me why I have to meet with the snake king? Something about my ‘unruly nephews’ don’t know their places.”

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

I hadn't expected it and I didn't know what to do with my face, so I just looked back at him and hoped nothing too obvious was showing. He looked tired. That was the first thing. The bone-deep, behind-the-eyes kind of tired that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the last forty-eight hours — the funeral, the will, the stranger who turned out to be his uncle, the inheritance that had been quietly rerouted around him while he wasn't paying attention. His face in this light, without the armor of the office or the dining room or any audience to perform composure for, looked younger than usual. More unguarded. More human. "This whole thing," he said quietly. His voice was low

Alma just laughed at him. “Ryan and I have both had some unexplained “events” occur simultaneously recently.” I admitted, deciding that just diving in head first was the best course of action where Alma was concerned. “Initially, we wrote it off as some weird twin phenomenon. We had just met our mate and had a bit of a rough start with her. She was hesitant to accept our bond and emotions were running high. We assumed that may have triggered it. But then, it happened again a couple days later.” Alma rolled her eyes at me, then fixed me with a stern look.

When I returned, I could hear Melanie's voice through the door. Someone was asking why Melanie invited me, the jinx, to the dinner. "She's not a jinx. She's Benjamin's niece. I knew she tried to seduce Benjamin in the past, but she's a mother now. I know she won't do it again," Melanie answered. I stood quietly at the door, listening. 'That's right. I'm the psycho woman who seduced her uncle.' Shelly felt insecure and grabbed my clothes tightly. I quickly calmed her down before I walked back into the room. No matter what, I needed to face what was coming.

"I won't repeat myself. You know what happened the last time you did this shit. Quinn beat you to a pulp, and I had to stop him from killing you. If you want a repeat of that, suit yourself." I shoved him away and was leaving when I heard him speak. "How much is he paying you?" I froze, turning around. "What are you talking about?" "You heard me. How much is my uncle paying you? Tell me the truth." He rushed to the door, grabbing my arm. "Tell me the truth now and I'll forgive you." I scoffed. "Forgive me? Are you slow? Why the hell would I need your forgiveness?"

“Well, then we have a deadlock. Father refuses to cooperate.” Feeling the secondhand embarrassment radiating through the room, Theo grabbed his father’s wrist and yanked him back down, burying his face in his hand to hide his burning cheeks. Jeffrey sank back into the sofa, panting in aggravation. Suddenly, Finnick’s deep voice shattered the noise. “Get rid of it.” Theo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Uncle!” Kimberly froze, staring at Finnick in genuine shock. “Finn,” Jeffrey gasped, his voice trembling. “Is... is that really necessary?”

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness