Cast Of Uncle Drew: Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

Mr Gordon ask calmly, hoping he would hear a positive reply. “She left an hour ago, I heard that from her assistant.” Drew's voice blasts from the other end. Mr Gordon's mouth an ‘oh’, and he sighs as his uncle decides to infuriate him with his harsh tone. “You didn't get a ride for your woman? Don't tell me!” Drew spat angrily. “No, that's not true, she didn't drive herself here this morning.” Mr Gordon huff, he tries calming himself down but his uncle keeps on taunting him.

Besides, I really enjoy hearing his stories about school, it makes me feel like I’m playing my role well as his father. I smile happily when I see him come out of the building. “Uncle!” He walks over holding a sheet of paper, then gives me a warm hug. My attention shifts to the paper he’s holding. He shows me a drawing that makes my eyes widen. “I drew my family.” I can tell who he drew. There’s Cassandra, Nakka, Elen, Paul, Dylan… seeing that, I try to keep smiling. “And what about this one?” I’m not entirely sure about the other man. But I hope it’s me.

My blood turns ice cold, it's him holding his brother on the floor while he bled out. It looks so graphically clear, everyone is in the same position as it was. Just as I remembered it before his brother got shot. A tear drop and then another one, standing the drawing. I place my hands on his shoulders, and he jerks back before turning towards me. He cleaned his tears immediately, smiling at me. “Hey hey… I….em… I waited for you and your were taking time so I decided to keep myself busy” “By drawing your brother's death scene”

Sunday morning dawned bright and early. I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a good night's sleep. Drew was still sleeping beside me, so I carefully got out of bed and began getting ready for the day. As I was brushing my teeth, Drew woke up and stretched. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, smiling at me. "Good morning," I replied, smiling back at him. "Today's the day we meet my uncle and his family." Drew nodded. "I know. Don’t be anxious, just feel free and excited to meet them." He encouraged. I nodded and went back to what I was doing.

Seb. Uncle Drew is on his knees, draped over his mate’s body, his whole frame shuddering with grief. My dad kneels beside him, head bowed, a steadying hand on his brother’s shoulder. Mum stands nearby, voice tight but controlled as she gives instructions to the she-wolves running in and out of the pack house. Dads unit are nearby, giving orders to warriors, and coordinating the clean-up. Drew’s unit stand guard around him, faces carved from stone. All except his Gamma, who’s off on the grass, cradling another fallen body.

He drew his sword. "It is time." End of Chapter Twenty-Three

Veda was laughing. It wasn't the polite, measured smile she used to offer the delegates during our formal dinners at the Palace. It was a real, breathtaking laugh that made her hazel eyes tilt upward, a sound of pure, unadulterated happiness that I had never managed to draw from her lungs during our entire three-year engagement. She leaned her slender frame slightly to the side, her head tilting back as she looked up into the harsh, rugged face of my uncle. Rowan didn't look like a butcher tonight. The frozen, unfeeling warlord who had managed the Enforcer division with an iron fist had completely vanished, his slate-grey eyes softened into a rich, deep silver as he drank in the sight of her

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, folded legs are slender, the smooth lines of the half-exposed forearm muscles when the sleeves are rolled up, he holds a teacup and takes a sip. His thin lips pursed, with a tea stain on the corner, giving them a particularly moist appearance. Joselyn said, "It was very similar." "Can you draw a picture of my uncle?" "I'll give it a try," Joselyn began sketching on her sketchbook. Layne went from confusion to sudden clarity and then to shock, "Wow, Aunt Joselyn is amazing!" He ran up to Brodie with a sketchbook in his hand and said, "Uncle, look quickly! Auntie drew you, isn't it super, super alike?"

"Then, would you like to see the other one I drew l?" "You drew another one?" Charlie eagerly nodded and flipped the page of his sketchpad. There was a drawing of a man standing beside a child. "This is mean uncle," he pointed at the larger figure. "And this," his finger moved over to the smaller one. "Is me." Bellatrix froze. Her eyes slowly rose to meet his. "Mean uncle?" Charlie's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "Yeah, he helped me at the airport, remember?" At the airport? Cillian?

They were bowed, bent over marble platforms that are carved with deep paths that lead to a large, communal trough. In the center of the room, where the raised dais waited for my sacrifice, was my uncle Chancy, his grin wide as he pressed a blade against Parris’ neck. “So glad you could join us,” my uncle frowns as he looked down at his watch. “And not a moment too soon. I thought you had forgotten, or had been otherwise…detained.” My uncle’s eyes met mine as he said this and my heart jumped as I watched his frown flip, his lips curling upward in understanding as his eyes glow.