Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

“Tell your second to take care of the palace and call Niel to join us.” “Yes, Your Highness.” After a two hours drive, they arrived at the countryside and Mark guided them to a small wooden hut where his uncle was living. He knocked on the door and a few moments after, a short old man wearing a white gown opened. “Mark!” he smiled widely and hugged the tall male. “Such a long time without seeing you!” “I missed you uncle,” Mark smiled back. “This is my husband, Niel.” he blushed when introducing him. “What a handsome gentleman!” the physician hugged Niel then his eyes grew wider when he saw Andry in a royal uniform holding Daniel who was still in his night robe.

“If I invite you, it’s not an inconvenience. Book the ticket. Bring a real coat. London will chew you up if you show up in a New York winter jacket.” He chuckled. “Yes, sir.” Two days later, I stood in Heathrow arrivals, scanning faces. Donna bounced beside me, holding a cardboard sign she’d made: UNCLE MARK in glitter pen, with a lopsided drawing of him. When he emerged, dragging a suitcase, he spotted us and stopped. “Oh my God,” he said, grinning. “Is that for me?” Donna held it higher. “Welcome to London, Uncle Mark!” “Thank you,” he said, crouching to her level. “That’s the best sign anyone’s made for me.”

Unable to hold myself up with the help of my uncle, I wobbled and fell down. "Lia!" Uncle Mark yelled as he hurriedly held me. "I'm sorry." "I can't breathe.." I cried. "I miss them." "I'm sorry, Lia." I heard uncle Mark's voice fade away as the cold embrace of darkness engulfed me.

Realization dawned on Brad—so the kid really hadn’t gone back home at all. “Hello, uncles.” Mark greeted them coolly. Mommy always said: be polite, keep a low profile. “Mm. Mm. You’re still injured, Mark,” Howard said with concern. “Better get back to bed before you faint again.” “Injured?” Mark’s brows knitted. Wait—did they mean Tod? He shot Fanny a worried look. She quickly stood. “Mark, go on back upstairs. You must be thirsty, right?” He nodded. Yes, he had come down for water.

I didn't feel suffocated or anything. “Stay where you are, just a minute longer please.” My jaw dropped Mark just beg me. He ain't the begging type, he is more of the commanding type. “ No I need to go now.” if I stay here any longer, I will lose myself. I pulled away from his embrace. “That's him,” Trisha questioned with a grin plastered on her face. If only she knew that he was my uncle. “Who T**i.?” She looked where he was sitting.

“Alright how about one on one without shifting or using powers he challenges.” I smirk at him as I shift and prepare to lose. I know I am no match for uncle Mark. I try my best to land a punch but he’s too quick. He blocks every throw and pins me to the ground before letting me back up. I try again to knock him on the ground or at least get a punch in but every time he pins me to the ground. He chuckles before I call it quits. “I’ll best you one day uncle Mark.” “I’ll be old and crippled by then squirt.”

EVELINE Uncle. The word echoed ominously in Eveline’s head as she shifted her gaze from Damon to the man she had fucked the night before. This could not be happening. Damon never mentioned having an uncle. Neither did his father mention having a brother. And even if he was to have one, why was it this man? “This happens to be my hospital,” Lucian replied coldly. “I thought you were in exile,” Damon said. He was still staring at his uncle with that hate in his eyes.

Seeing that his chubby little son was unusually silent, Adam crouched down, leveled the height of the two of them, immediately whispered something in Rafel's ear, making the boy smile again and then looked at Ethan with lazy rolling eyes. "Hi Ethan, Rafel, sorry Uncle is late." Mark came with two gift boxes, he put them on the pile of other boxes himself. "You guys are one on one, don't fight over it." The light of the man. "Dinner right away, I'm hungry." Mark immediately walked hastily to an empty table, his eyes darting around. "What is Uncle Mark?" Rafel reproached. Adam shook his head, so did Elina, they looked down almost laughing when they saw the behavior of their uncle's children, e

“You had ten days.” Mark growled from behind the wheel. “Ten bloody days to make up your mind but you chose the last fucking minute that you want him back.” “Uncle Mark!” Emmy shrieked in horror from the back seat. “Language!” “It’s okay, Em. Your mother’s a grown woman.” He said, giving me a nasty side glance. “Although she doesn’t act like it all the time.” “Emmy.” I said, “Sit back and relax. We’re driving way too fast.”

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase