Novel & Cerita Who Is Uncle Fester

Spike and Star’s cute barks calmed him as he kissed them both, clutching them to his chest. Then he continued. “My chaotic family was the reason I never wished to introduce you to them. They are cold-hearted, self-absorbed, and power-hungry people, following the stupid traditions that only favor them. And my uncle is the biggest moron, a vampire who has stopped eating to maximize his powers.” His eyes burned with rage as he growled. “Grandpa’s response made it clear that Uncle had spread the news of your divorce in our community. Gosh, I want to kill him!”

"Nephew, what is the meaning of this?" "You will know later, I won't narrate here, our journey will be long, I want Uncle to rest well. Don't worry about my mother, I already have her with me." Mew said while he smiled at Fred. A smile full of loathing and ridicule. "Uncle was known as a gigolo and outstanding man... I am really buffled that you chose tho scheme like this just to stole someone's wife. And oh, not just someone but your brother. Tsk tsk. So low!" Mew mocked him before he turned around and looked at his men.

Now was not the time to be emotional. “Y-Yes. He is an uncle. Mommy’s friend before.” “How about now?” “Let’s get you to the car, shall we? Mommy will answer your questions later.” Liam looked at Calcifer and prayed that my ex-husband wouldn’t be saying anything. I heaved a sigh. “Who are you, mister?” “The name’s Calcifer. I am your Uncle Calcifer.” Hawk’s eyes shifted between my ex-husband and Liam. Something flashed in his eyes before it disappeared.

Not tomorrow morning as well. As I tried to think of what to do next, the moaning continued and I almost lost it. If I was a violent person, I would have strangled both of them with my hands. They were vile and stupid and disgusting and irritating and fuck, they were messing with my fucking head. I took a deep breath and put my dirty clothes in the pocket of my suitcase, trying not to lose my calm. Fabiola liked Saint, Ben’s uncle, which meant the man was involved in both their lives.

In the Franklin house, Esther is upset with her son. "Where were you? What is so important that you couldn't even attend your uncle's funeral?" she demanded angrily. Her son, who is none other than Derek Franklin looks like he doesn't care about the formalities at all. "Mom, I was busy. You and dad attended, and it's more than enough. Don't bother me with all these things" Derek brushed off her words and tried to go to his room. But Esther blocked his way.

Gabriel’s voice pulled me gently from my thoughts. He came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I laughed softly before my attention shifted toward the entrance area. “Oh my God,” Gabriel whispered, almost sounding amused. "Aunt Stacy and Uncle Barone had just walked in, holding hands." I knew Aunt Stacy was Enzo's mother, but who was the man? "Who is uncle Barone?" I asked. "My late father's brother," someone else answered behind us. I turned to see Enzo standing there, looking slightly displeased. "I'm still wondering how it all got to this."

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

The silence that follows is dangerous. Christopher releases my arm slowly, his expression shifting from fury to something colder. More calculating. “You’re bold tonight,” he says. “Braver than I remember.” “Maybe I just stopped being afraid of you,” I reply, impressed by how unafraid I suddenly was of him. The words hit him harder than any insult. He steps back, eyes narrowing. “You think my uncle will protect you?” I don’t answer. “Do you think he wants you?” He continues cruelly. “Do you think you are something special? Trust me, I have seen his type of women and you are not even fit enough to clean their shoes.”

I added, my voice softening in a chilling way, “make it look like fate. Not interference.” “I understand.” “I want her to fall apart on her own. Not because of something obvious.” “That,” he said, “is my specialty.” I let out a slow breath. “And Uncle,” I said again, “make sure Ferguson never discovers you are involved.” “He will not.” A pause. “But if he does, he will not forgive you.” I smiled coldly. “He does not forgive me now. Nothing will change.” “He is not the same man anymore,” Uncle said. “You pushed him too far.”