Uncle Owen Death Novels & Stories

I was up in the room Robert had shown me since the night before, still sobbing like a child who had lost her dearest parent. Nevertheless, the death of my uncle had not gone unnoticed, and the television in my room had been left turned on since the moment I had taken to the room. Though I was not focusing on the TV but only on my imaginary thoughts for my uncle and my watery eyes, I was able to tell that every TV news channel was reporting news about my uncle's death. “Good evening, I’m Sarah Johnson, with a special report. At the late hour of the evening yesterday, the city mourned the loss of a prominent figure in the business community. Victor Russo, a wealthy entrepreneur and beloved unc

He scanned the room, looking at everyone like they were already dead. Leo paid no heed to his uncle’s expression at all. He pointed at me and started to complain. “Uncle Cassiano, you’re just in time! This shameless bitch Aurora betrayed our engagement. She had a bastard. I’m just cleaning house for the Family!” The words hung in the air. The whole hall went dead silent. A deadly frost formed in Cassiano’s eyes. He pulled the gun from his thigh holster and smashed the butt of it into Leo’s cheekbone.

“Speaking of creepy, though, what about that servant?” “She is very old.” Owen laughs, and it’s good to know I can break through his worry shell, even if for just a second. “Archibald was older. The bastard lived to six hundred if you can believe that.” “And he was your uncle? Not your great-great uncle or something?” It seems like a pretty huge age gap between generations. “I was a late-in-life baby,” Owen explains. “My parents were nearly two hundred when I was born. Archie was the oldest son, my father was the youthful. I had cousins who lived and died long before I was even born.”

Aaron watches the sight with an expression that's both amused and slightly irritated. I wasn't particularly familiar with the three Mafia families that ran the streets of Chicago but I'd be lying if I said I didn't know who Rican O'Sullivan was. From what I'd heard, he'd passed away a few years ago and was immediately replaced by his son, whom he'd been secretly grooming for years to take over. “Jesus Christ,” my uncle breathes, clutching the side of the couch like it might somehow help him. “You’re his kid aren't you?”

We were the ones trespassing. I thought he would turn and leave. But to my shock, he didn't. Instead, Johnson straightened, pretending not to show any atom of fear, masking it with arrogance like he always did. I prayed for the rogue who had seen us to be anyone but Johnson's uncle. But when he finally stepped forward from the shadows, my breath hitched. It was him. Duncan. "My mate fell down the cliff by mistake, we'll be leaving soon,” Johnson said to him before turning toward me, trying to command me with just his gaze to follow him.

A dimple appeared when he smiled. "I’ve been expecting you." "You..." "I’m Willem Vermeer, the lawyer handling your divorce," he said. My heart stopped for a second. My hand felt as cold as ice as I shook his. Not because I was shocked by the man in front of me, but because of the undeniable fact that the man I had slept with last night was none other than Summer’s uncle! Kai Wilder Reyes. Of all the crazy things that could happen, how did I end up sleeping with my best friend’s uncle?

Spike and Star’s cute barks calmed him as he kissed them both, clutching them to his chest. Then he continued. “My chaotic family was the reason I never wished to introduce you to them. They are cold-hearted, self-absorbed, and power-hungry people, following the stupid traditions that only favor them. And my uncle is the biggest moron, a vampire who has stopped eating to maximize his powers.” His eyes burned with rage as he growled. “Grandpa’s response made it clear that Uncle had spread the news of your divorce in our community. Gosh, I want to kill him!”

“Then, he died. To avoid suspicion, I set up the warehouse on fire.” Olivia could not continue with any more. Uncle Wallace did not die of a knife wound to the heart. He had died so gruesomely, and he still had to go through all of these things even after he was dead. Poor Uncle Wallace had not done nothing. If only he had not come to Ocean City. Then, he would still be alive. When Olivia thought of that, she covered her face and wept. Dorothy felt like everything had gone about right, so she kept the camera smugly. “Good work, Olivia Larson.”

Yvonne said as she was running down the stairs, Dylan was too weak to say anything, he just kept staring at all of us without saying a word. “Dylan, mom is here with you now.” I said to him trying to wake him up so that he could talk to me. “Let me contact the doctor.” Yvonne said to me and picked her phone to place a call across to the doctor, I turned to the other side of the sitting room and there he was staring at me. He couldn’t be bothered even though he knew his uncle's life might be in danger. “He’s on his way.” Yvonne said to me, as she looked outside.

"Yourself..." His hand slipped from Owen's shirt. And fell lifelessly to the ground. The last light disappeared from his eyes. "DAD!!" Owen screamed. A raw, agonizing scream. He shook Oscar desperately. "DAD!" Nothing. No response. No breath. No heartbeat. Nothing. Oscar was gone. For real this time. Owen collapsed over his father's body. His cries became uncontrollable. Tears soaked the grass beneath him. His world had shattered in a single evening. His mother was dead. His father was dead. And the person responsible...