We Happy Few: Uncle Jack Novels & Stories

The words hit me like a slap. “She’s my fucking ex, Uncle!” The words tore out of me, raw and jagged. “Second-hand goods I already broke in. I can’t even count how many times I’ve had her and how many ways. And you… you don’t find that revolting? Screwing your own nephew’s leftovers?” A collective gasp rolled through the ballroom like a shockwave. Phones rose in slow motion. Flashes detonated sharply and some faces froze in horror. Others… Christ, some looked openly entertained.

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.

Serentak, kemudian saling tertawa karena tak menyangka ekspresi mereka ternyata sama. Abraham keluar dari ruangan dan menyuruh mereka masuk. "Selamat, Jack. Akhirnya jadi bapak juga." "Makasih, Men. Lu udah bantuin istri gue." Dua lelaki itu saling berpelukan. Setelahnya Abraham berpamitan keluar dan membiarkan bidan dan perawat yang mengurus sisanya. Dia masih ada jadwal operasi yang akan dimulai beberapa saat lagi.

“I already talked to someone Uncle Ant said would find out the truth.” “Was it a police? And when?” “No it was a man auntie Stacy said was my great uncle Mr. Johnson but that was when we first got here.” “Ok baby don’t tell them anything else, and don’t tell them you talked to me. Ok.” “Ok here come Auntie Stacy now you wanna...” “Click” “Log in.” Ki ordered. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” We watched Jackie through the camera. “Ok get your shit together jacqueline.”

Rosie’s POV I did something bad. Okay, not that bad, but I was throwing a party for my uncle, Nicolas Hickman, the Alpha of the Midnight Pack, and he hated parties. “Do you think my uncle will find a second mate tonight?” I asked, checking my makeup as I spoke to my best friend, Chris. She was struggling to get into a tight, red dress. "I wonder if the two of us could find mates tonight." Her face brightened with the thought.

“After a long time, I finally heard something positive.” Frank raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back his skepticism. “Something positive? From Uncle Zach?” “Yes, Frank,” Kiera continued, her voice laced with excitement. “He’s getting married again!” “What?” Frank’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. He blinked, processing the news. Uncle Zach… getting married again? “Yes!” Kiera nodded enthusiastically, enjoying his reaction. “Oh my God! I’m so happy!” Frank said, a smile breaking out across his face. “Zach’s getting married again? That’s amazing! Who’s the lucky girl?”

“I think it is really fucking stupid of you to go attack packs of rogues without knowing if they are the ones causing the problems. That makes you the assholes and I don't go to battle with assholes. Good day, gentlemen. Have fun looking like fucktards.” With that, the alpha walks off the screen and the slam of the door follows merely seconds later. After that, the remaining men, all in their fifties, sixties, and maybe even older continue with their discussion. My father, not even sticking around to listen or without so much as a goodbye cuts the feed and hangs up the call. “Well, that was about as productive as three mares and a gelding in the same pasture.” Says my uncle Jack and I look a

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.

“Well, then we have a deadlock. Father refuses to cooperate.” Feeling the secondhand embarrassment radiating through the room, Theo grabbed his father’s wrist and yanked him back down, burying his face in his hand to hide his burning cheeks. Jeffrey sank back into the sofa, panting in aggravation. Suddenly, Finnick’s deep voice shattered the noise. “Get rid of it.” Theo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Uncle!” Kimberly froze, staring at Finnick in genuine shock. “Finn,” Jeffrey gasped, his voice trembling. “Is... is that really necessary?”

However, it's clear that the happiness outshines the heartache. Everyone at the table says what they're grateful for. I joke about being thankful because my uncle has visited. When we're done, we start feasting right away. It feels lively in the backyard as laughter fills the air. “I know you're thankful for this cock because it makes you feel damn good.” I almost choke on apple cider when Jackson whispers beside me. He knows too well that no one can hear what he just whispered in my ear because our parents and uncle James are deep in their conversations as we finish up eating.