Uncle Tom's Cabin Novels & Stories

He looked like a man who was winning his war. As the front door closed, Finn looked up from his pancakes. "Mommy, is Uncle Eric going to be my new Daddy?" The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been dreading this. How do you explain the complexities of the past to a five-year-old? "Do you want him to be your daddy?" I asked, gauging his reaction. "I like Uncle Eric. I wouldn't mind," he said simply, taking a big bite of food. I took a deep breath. "Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum."

My father told me, "This is who we are when no one is around. We like to have harmless fun and a good time. We work our asses off, and when we have time to ourselves, which isn't often, we like to let loose. You should come to the cabin with us sometime." I felt like instead of overthinking last night, I was just going to be myself. I felt like I was walking around on eggshells all day, and that isn't who I am. For the first time today, I felt like myself. Plus, I couldn't let the two of them talk trash to me with no comebacks. "You guys never invite anyone to the cabin. Especially women. I'm flattered." My dad and uncle owned an old hunter's cabin in the middle of the woods. They didn't inv

“That cripple in the family? He doesn’t have a mate because no girl in her right mind would marry someone half-broken!” His brother turned pale and rushed to cover his mouth. “Nate, stop talking! Uncle Elliot once took down ten werewolves by himself. He’s the pack’s best warrior. If his supporters hear you say this, not even Grandfather could protect you!” Nate shoved him away, his face dark with rage. “That was years ago. Eight years back, he was ambushed by a rogue werewolf king. He was gravely injured, and he hasn’t shown his face in public since. Word is, he’s crippled now. I am the pack’s best warrior!”

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

I realize I've been staring out the window in silence for the past twenty minutes. "I'm processing," I say quietly. He nods like he understands. That's the thing about Ethan – he doesn't push. He just lets me be. We pull off the main road onto a dirt path that winds through thick trees. The deeper we go, the more isolated it becomes. "Where are we going?" "There's a cabin about ten miles up. My uncle built it years ago for hunting trips. It's off the grid, no cell service, no way to track us."

He would be fine. The path that led me to his home narrowed down once more, and I found myself at the entrance to his home. The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold. The cabin, once a haven of peace nestled amongst the ancient oaks, was a scene of chaos. Furniture lay overturned, personal belongings scattered like fallen leaves. A half-finished carving, a testament to countless hours of patient labor, lay shattered on the floor, its intricate details now a grotesque parody of their former beauty.

I’d just stepped onto the moonstone stage at Ettelgard Academy’s annual Induction Ceremony. The screen behind me went black. The next second, a recording blasted through the hall. 【“I’m out of funds. Send me five thousand.”】 【“I need the Alpha-level combat ring tonight. Give me access.”】 【“If you don’t, I’m telling everyone your big secret. Your whole ‘untouchable Alpha’ act? It’ll be over. You’ll be ruined.”】 The crowd of a thousand elites from every major pack went silent. Then whispers erupted. That girl on the recording? The one shamelessly demanding credits? Yeah. That was me. And the guy she was "blackmailing"? Julian Valerius. The strongest pureblood wolf of our generation—the one eve

Martha barked, her eyes instantly locking onto Kimberly with disdain and disgust. Kimberly’s heart skipped a beat, while Finnick simply ran a hand through his dark hair in bone-deep annoyance. Lucy quickly grabbed her mother’s arm, pointing a trembling finger at Kimberly. “I don’t know what kind of black magic she used on Uncle, Mom! It’s like she completely bewitched him! Uncle not only allowed her into his private quarters, but he’s actively backing her up! Vivian was forced to get an abortion, and my brother was forced to kneel in the courtyard for a whole twenty-four hours! He’s suffering from a severe fever now, he’s practically half-dead!”

Audrey's POV The engine got closer. Nobody in the boathouse spoke. The lantern flame leaned and righted itself. Rain ticked on the roof. I kept the envelope where it was, two inches above the chimney. My thumb had gone numb from holding the corner. The paper was warm now, almost soft, and I could smell it starting to brown at the edge. "Audrey," the uncle said. "That's far enough." "I haven't done anything." "You've held a flame to the one thing I came here for for the better part of ten minutes. I'd call that something."

"Liam thinks he owns me. He treats me like a piece of property." I gestured blindly toward the stage, at the men shoving dirty, crumpled bills into waistbands, at the raw, unfiltered consumption of bodies. "Of course you aren't any different… you are his uncle…" I said, my chest heaving. "You are just like him, charging a different price." A silence seemed to fall between us, even over the deafening roar of the metal music. His jaw ticked, but he didn't reach for me. I didn't wait for him to change his mind. I didn't wait for him to grab my bruised arm or force me toward the neon lights.