Uncle Tom's Cabin Novels & Stories

We hadn’t even decided. “Beach?” he asked. “Too obvious. They’ll look there first.” “Mountains?” “Too cold. I’m not freezing my ass off for your redemption arc.” He smirked. “Cabin. My uncle’s old place up near the lake. Nobody goes there anymore. Key’s still under the mat like he’s living in 1995.” “Perfect. Middle of nowhere. No service. No Ava blowing up my phone. No Caleb ‘just checking.’” “No witnesses when I inevitably piss you off and you try to drown me in the lake.”

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

No birds, no wind, just the faint hum of my engine cooling down and the crunch of my boots on dead leaves. And then I saw it. The cabin. If you could even call it that. It leaned to one side, the roof sagging, smoke curling lazily from a crooked chimney. Animal bones hung from the porch like decorations — deer skulls, feathers, glass jars filled with things I didn’t want to identify. I wrinkled my nose. “God, this place stinks.” “You’d stink too,” a voice rasped from the shadows, “if you’d lived as long as I have.”

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.

It was my idea, I was missing the twins so much and I needed to see them, we also needed a place that could be secured and our uncle's farmhouse was the perfect place. When the truck pulled up on the farm, I discovered that uncle Kasali had sought help from his smuggling crew. There were five well-armed men on the farm, all dressed in trench coats and working man's hats just like our uncle always did, it needed not to be told to anyone they were his men, but when money is involved, loyalties become tested. The question I had on my mind the moment I saw those hard, old men was how much could we trust them.

They fit like a glove. Whenever she whined about hanging out with friends and being a normal teenager, her uncle would explain to her how cruel the world was and how she was safer in the woods than anywhere else. He told her stories of kidnap, rape, drugs, and murder. Robbin wasn't sure if he told her these stories just to scare her. She often argued with him about them and told him that he was only telling her the stories to keep her from having fun. He really was a kill joy. Her uncle always smiled softly and he would always say, "You'll understand when you're older."

Fredrik Young was Henry's uncle. He was a taboo for the entire Young family. Although Eliza grew up with Henry, since childhood, she had only heard of the existence of this uncle. If she hadn't met him on her wedding day, she wouldn't recognize him at all. "Weren't you abroad the whole time?" "Yeah, I just got back last night." It just so happened that his friend wanted to meet him. It was an urgent matter so Fredrik went to Neon Night's Bar as soon as he got off the plane.

Tom wasn't wrong when he said football. She was looking round with her six-months-pregnancy-stomach. I wanted Duante to be around me, laugh with me. Tom left after the doctor declared me and the baby healthy. Uncle and his lunatic son thought I ran away with the help of five. The assassins who attacked me were dead and their dead bodies were found ten Miles away from where they were killed. Still, Tom didn't want us to stay here long. We were shifting to a new place this morning. I told him that I didn't want to be in a cold place. He fulfilled my wish.