Uncle Tom's Cabin Novels & Stories

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

“Butcher the animals?” “No. Vincent butchers them. Carson takes the rest.” I frown, nose wrinkling. “That sounds worse.” Jace chuckles. “Come in, little wolf,” he says, his hand hesitating for half a second before it wraps around the handle. “You should stop judging things in this town before you actually see them.” Before I can come up with a response, he pushes the door open. The inside of the cabin looks like a rustic supermarket. That doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Uncle Thomas nodded quickly. I grimaced. It was no secret that the two of them were having old people sex. But then, Uncle Thomas’s eyes traveled slowly over me. “You look like someone who has already decided,” he said. “I have,” I replied. He did not argue. Instead, he stood up and walked toward the wooden cabinet near the wall. He unlocked it and reached inside. When he turned back, he was holding a shotgun. It didn't look new with all the scratches around its body. He walked toward me and held it out.

“Keep smiling, show how much in love you are with Teddy and don’t step one toe out of line. My brother is coming in soon and he is the most important guest in this place. Do not do anything to get him upset or else, you will be the one doing time, not your father.” She stops when her eyes catch something in the distance. And when I follow her gaze, the air in me gets knocked out. “There he is,” she chirps like an excited mother. “Play nice.” This can’t be happening. It can’t. Because how on earth did I just get married to Mr. Hill’s nephew?

The one uncle I used to play with when I was still young and now, I am on my way to him. It's already dark when I reached the pack. My legs hurt from running nonstop, but I never stopped. Just when I reached his cabin, I fell on the floor. The bang of my body on the floor just captured my uncle's attention, so he went out from his cabin and was stunned to see me, feeling so exhausted. “Evangeline? Is that you?” Uncle Raven, which is a beta of the pack, was my father's brother. “U-Uncle…” I stammered, feeling so exhausted from a long run to escape the warriors who are chasing for me.

I had to believe her. Later, back home, I found myself tiptoeing through the pack house. I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I knew if he caught me snooping, I’d never hear the end of it—but still, I pushed open the door to his study. It smelled like leather and cedar. Dark shelves lined the walls, filled with old books, maps, and relics. His desk was cluttered in an organized chaos that somehow still screamed Uncle. I didn’t know what I was looking for until I found it in a frame tucked behind a dusty book: a photo of Uncle and Luna Diane.

Moving away from the window, my father begins to shake his head, and I can see the dread in his eyes, thinking that we were hundreds of miles away from my mother, but in reality, I knew we weren’t, or at least I prayed we weren’t. A loud click came from behind us, making us all turn to see my Uncle Bishop coming out of his bedroom with a shotgun in his hand, while he says, “This mother fucker wants to play games, then games are what we will play.” Just as those words came from his lips, there was a knock on the front door, making us all turn to now look at it, as a voice echoed into the cabin, saying, “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

The idea sent a crazy mix of fear and excitement rushing through me, but I pushed it down and smiled like nothing was wrong. We had just arrived at the remote cabin after a long drive. The place was perfect for a weekend getaway, tucked deep in the woods with tall trees all around and a big stone fireplace inside. My best friend Sarah and I had planned this trip with some old college buddies to relax and catch up. But things felt different the moment Mr. Brooks showed up. He was Sarah’s uncle, thirty five years old, tall and strong with a deep voice that made people listen. Then there were Jake and Marcus, two confident guys in their late thirties who always knew how to make everyone laugh.

For the first time, those words sounded ugly. In Valentina's mind, my waiting and Sofia's waiting were simply expected. Because I did not cry, I did not hurt. Because Sofia did not throw tantrums, Sofia did not matter. Leonardo was silent for two seconds. Then Leonardo said, "I made a promise. I have to go." Valentina tried to stop Leonardo, but Leonardo was already picking up his keys. Before Leonardo left, Leonardo crouched down and touched Lily's hot forehead. "Be good. Listen to your mom. Uncle Leonardo will come see you tomorrow."