Uncle Tom's Cabin Novels & Stories

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

Looking closer at me now, he says in a quieter tone, “You look familiar. Do I know you?” I try to rush Arabella around, by taking her hand and leading her towards the door, but she stops and looks at the older man. She cocks her head and then says, “Uncle Jim. I can’t believe this is your cabin. It has been so long since I have seen you. It has to have been what, ten years?”

Feeling frustrated “ answers, okay I need some answers and that place is where I can start” “ okay “ Did I hear him right, giving him a confused look but he moved out of the way and let Theo and I walk by them, turning around I saw that Jay stayed behind?. Since the cabin wasn't far from the house it only took us ten minutes to get there, when we got there the place was dark and quiet, still looking creepy I felt a shivery go down my spine, looking by the window I saw a shadow standing there with something in their hands, moving closer I saw it was one of my uncles, which one I'm not sure looking down I saw a baby in his hand.

He went ashore, mounted Snowball again, and rode up the road through swamps and pine woods, till the forests gave place to more and more continuous cultivated fields, and at last he sighted his uncle’s plantation. The great, white, rambling ante-bellum house stood far back from the road, in a grove of oaks and chinaberry-trees. Beyond it were the scattered barns and stables, and farther still the remains of a dozen cabins that had been the slave quarters fifty years ago. As Joe rode in the gate he heard a shot and a shout of laughter. A pretty, brown-haired, bare-headed girl was standing in front of the house, her extended arm still holding a smoking pistol, while two boys were applauding he

"Look, a cabin." The cabin was the only thing there; there were no other trees around it, and it would have looked abandoned if not for the smoke. The murky, small cabin was hunched on the quarter near the poisonous forest, so thick and stagnant that Tommy noticed how the cabin looked so poor that it was surprising how it was still existing. And yet it appeared to be breathing and weirdly welcoming, a mild ribbon of fume rising from the ancient, dark chimney. It crouched low into the murky grassy barricade, as though it were trying to conceal it, but the monstrous slate roof was too tremendous to go unnoticed. Through the darkness, he could see the coarse, unevenly sized, opaque stones that

"You know, the family won't become enemies." I just find it incredibly ironic. Families wouldn't turn into enemies, so he was still trying to turn my enemy Karen into a family. "Yes, the family never betrays family" I replied deliberately, but Fletcher didn't seem to read through the lines. “Yeah, so, I would never betray you, Jo. You'll always be my family.” Fletcher, a heartless bastard, would even choose to deceive me at this point. “I'm going to introduce some women to Uncle Noah, you know, he's a Perpetual-man. The only way I can get my father's business back is to meet his demands.”

replied Tom, fainting. “Here, take her to Ireland!” Let Dublin take a look. Are you on the ferry? And then from the planes she is already sick ... “Damn, I’ll have to ask the guys if they don’t mind, I’ll take it,” Tom stretched out as casually as possible, carefully put the pipe down, made sure that he was not heard, and performed a wild dance of triumph. It turned out to be something between an Irish jig and the dances of Guinean cannibals, to the guttural cries of a North American Indian who had just successfully scalped an enemy.

There was nowhere else to be. Finn had settled in beautifully. He'd taken a small cabin near the family, close enough to be part of everything but with space of his own. The children adored him, visiting constantly, dragging him into their activities. He taught them games from his travels, told them stories of distant lands, and slowly became as much a part of the family as anyone born to it. They called him Uncle Finn. One evening, as they gathered for dinner, little Damon made an announcement. "Mama, Papa—I saw something today. In the spirits."

[Ding! Adam is completely humiliated. His humiliation level is at its peak! Rage points increased by 300! Reward: 1 automatic multi-functional fishing rod with a load capacity of 250 kilograms!] "Good boy. But I don't lack slaves. You'd better chill outside. After all, my house is small and can't accommodate a diva like you." "Alissa, I'm gonna kill you!" Uncle Adam went insane. He waved the crowbar as he smashed it against the rolling shutter door. "Zombies are coming. Smash it! There are all kinds of food behind this door. You can keep whatever you get!"

"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."