Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

"Hey, down low’s has arrived." Then they were laughing at him. All of them, to be exact. But it was normal for Cyril, he knew that from that day he confessed to the Music club members onwards, they will be on his ass forever. Mocking him and bullying him for solely being who he is. "What brought you here?" the girl from the front desk of the BG club asked. "Mr. McDonald assigned here me." "Okay, you can help give some flyers to the freshmen who will approach our booth," the girl said before pointing at one side of the booth. "You can ask him about the task and he will help you. His name is Ken."

Little bastard peeled away from the rest of the boys and strolled toward me like he had all the time in the world and nothing good in his heart. "Ms. Dwight," he drawled, flashing a grin that made my skin crawl. I straightened off the van slowly. I didn’t smile. I didn’t blink. “Mark. You got your plans lined up for after graduation yet?” He didn’t answer at first, just let his eyes drag down my body like he owned it. His gaze clung to my boobs, and I felt every inch of it like a dirty hand. "My uncle’s got a repair shop. Might start working there," he said finally, "We’ll see how it goes."

His ice-cold eyes were so intense that they seemed bottomless, like the bottoms of wells in the middle of the night. Arianne was shocked. Mark would never act this way in front of others. It was clear that he really didn’t like his uncle. Jude Tremont seemed unperturbed by Mark’s blunt form of address and rudeness to him. He grinned casually and walked up the stairs, “Mark, I’ve considered some things when I got home. I’ve just returned to the country and I don’t have a single cent on me for rent or living expenses. I’ll need time to find a job. The money you gave me certainly won’t be enough.”

Other than the Walter siblings and Adam, everyone else had an expression of watching a good show. “How could you keep such a big suspense from us, traitor?” Henry turned the bait towards Chris, unable to bear watching his little brother squirm, even though it was only family and there was no malicious intent. “The little traitor kept it from us as well until 3 days ago.” Mark didn’t feel any compassion as he threw his little brother under the bus. “Did you only find Uncle Everett three days ago?” Harry asked, misunderstanding Mark’s accusation. Chris kept a poker face while Emile nodded exaggeratedly; No one needed a verbal confirmation when the truth was so evident.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

I couldn't tell if he knew our Mom was gone; he didn't ask any questions and I didn't offer to explain. Uncle Mark got into the driver's seat and started the car. The drive to his home was a bit long, I couldn't tell how long because I was in and out of my head, thinking up a migraine. "We're here." He said softly. I looked out the window and my jaw mentally dropped. It wasn't a house, it was a mansion. The illuminating lights made the environment look like a nature themed amusement park. I wasn't amused though; how was it possible that my Uncle's rich enough to buy a mansion, but not rich enough to help his sister?

Of all people? That man is my late Dad’s age mate. “Wow, I can’t believe this,” I laugh bitterly and then look at Alec. His betrayal settles deep in my heart, making it all the more painful. “He is the best man I can entrust you to. He will take care of you,” Alec tries to reason with me. “For the umpteenth fucking time, can you even listen to yourself? Alec, you’re talking about me marrying a 60-year-old man like it’s some walk in the park,” I snap.

12:00 pm .. A small smirk played on Uncle Mark's lips as he watched the press conference on TV. He picked up the remote , turned off the TV , picked up his phone and called his Ally. "Good job" he said to him immediately he picked up his call . "Thank you " His ally replied. "Xavier isn't that smart , just seat back and watch him worry over nothing" uncle Mark said and they both laughed. "Make sure to continue adding issues , Fred mustn't back down "

After I Took Three Bullets For Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle I took three bullets for Don Lorenzo Moretti, the man I called my uncle. The last one nearly killed me. Only then did the family elders agree to name me Donna. But in the two weeks I lay unconscious, Lorenzo announced his engagement to Ava, the daughter of a family benefactor. The Rocci, my family, lost its power when I was ten. Ever since Lorenzo, a close friend of my father's, brought me to the Moretti estate, I was certain he would one day be my husband, despite our age gap. He always told me to find men my own age, but I just let it go. In my previous life, I crashed their engagement party, a decision that led to a