Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Uriah, on his last breath, gasped. “Pablo… he… he’s your master!” You…”

How could he take down his own master?

Uriah was at a loss for words from the shock— but it wasn’t like he had any strength to speak either way.

He felt a sense of dread!

He had thought that Pablo might at the very least let them go out of old times’ sake, but everything that had just happened had proven completely otherwise.

Pablo’s expression was cold as he smirked. “Master?”

“You shouldn’t have killed my family, then! Now I’ve turned into a malignant spirit, and I’m not going to let you go. You deserve this.”

As he spoke, a young man came running over shouting. This was Uriah’s oldest son.

“Dad! Grandpa!”

Pablo turned around slowly…

Uriah and Master Phillips widened their eyes. “No… Don’t—”

The boy, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old, stared at his chest in a daze.

Uriah could speak no longer, his eyes filled with rage and fear.

Master Phillips’ sobs had turned into howls. “Pablo… Pablo! How could you be so cruel! He’s just a child…”

How could he be so evil?

How could he have had the heart to do such a thing to a kid?

Pablo’s eyes grew bloodshot as his malignant energy flowed out of his body at once.

His grin glinted with murderous intent, and he said in a low voice, “Cruel?”

Uriah struggled as he opened his eyes. For some reason, Pablo had found a way to make it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to.

All he could do was watch as his beloved oldest son die before his eyes.

He roared with all his might, but his voice came out feeble and weak. “He’s just… child!”

“You’re… a monster… Pablo Belmont!”

A monster?

“Did you feel like a monster killing Nana and Reuben, huh?”

Pablo raised his hands. The thickest branches of cherry tree in the backyard flew out of the ground, chagrin towards Uriah and Master Phillips before stabbing them square in the stomach!

The splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the wind.

let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed

kill me!” Uriah was trembling with

going to be

happen just yet. “What’s the

pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just

still brightly shining, the walls covered

clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch

spirit had come for

was going to suffer, regardless

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

kill my son, please,

for their lives with their children in tow—

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over his

sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this? Are you even

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly

at him. “It’s been ten

Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow

just want you to know, I

wine the first

the arrow slowly going

ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good

had to give birth to keep their position in the

from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s

“I can’t believe I

believe what he

Not his children?

so many years, giving them his

for them to not turn out

world crumbling, his mind shaking even

weren’t his, but that his

Uriah was feeling

made him thoroughly

fault! You did

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping

Crack!