Nutcracker Uncle Drosselmeyer Novels & Stories

“Oh, however shall I repay you?” “There’s no need, child. Just stay here and make your dolls for the children of the world, and that shall be thanks enough,” Mrs. Claus assured her. “Now, Serendipity,” St. Nicholas interrupted, pulling himself to the edge of his chair, “if you feel up to it, I believe there is a young man waiting outside that door to speak to you.”

I ask with an innocent voice unknown of his evil motive behind those eyes. “You don’t have to do anything baby. You just have to take off your clothes and show me something,” he says. “Take off my clothes?” my little eyes widens. “Yes, take off that clothes. Uncle wants to look whether the dress similar to the doll looks good on your body or not. Uncle will make clothes to you if it looks good,” he says. “Make clothes for me? But uncle I can still measure it with my measuring tape. I saw auntie measuring her clothes with this,” I stand up to grab the tape on my hands but suddenly he pulls me and drags me on the ground hurting me to the hell.

"Come on, it'll be fun. When was the last time you did something just for fun?" I wanted to say no but truthfully I could not remember the last time I did anything purely for enjoyment. Everything lately revolved around the bakery or the championship or this complicated arrangement. "Fine," I said and took the coffee. "But just for a few hours." The drive upstate took almost an hour and Leon filled the silence with stories about past Christmas seasons at the Hart mansion. About Uncle Thomas getting stuck in the chimney while dressed as Santa. About grandma Eleanor's tradition of hiding ornaments for the kids to find. About the massive tree in the main hall that required six people to decorat

What happened to him? How a bright and gentle man become a lifeless person like the man before me? "...Why...why are you doing this, uncle?" Uncle Tristant approached the box. He wore the gloves that his men handed to him. He picked up a baby doll in the box. He put the baby doll on the sofa. "To remind them." Uncle Tristan said in an emotionless voice. "To remind us what?" "Not you." I got more confused. "Then who you will want to remind?"

He leaned against the sidewall in a relaxing cross-legged posture with a disgusting smirk on his face. " I am sorry, little girl. Uncle has to do what he has to do. Oh, and as you’re going, I should tell you the secret. I am the one who sent your parents into eternal bliss." My eyes turned into angry slits and I lunged at him but the elevator doors closed, parting us with a metal wall. " I will kill you" I shout and he lets out a cynical laugh. " Don't worry, I will make it up by sending them a precious gift, and what can be more precious than their lovely daughter"

“Thank you.” “Good, we’re all settled in,” my uncle continued, his grin having returned. “Either of you wanna hit this?” He presented to us a large black glass bong, adorned with the Burning Saints’ club logo. “Warthog here had this made special for me as a gift. Isn’t it beautiful?” “Oh, boy, Cutter, I tell ya, I’d normally join you, but I just polished off a spliff in the parking lot before coming in. How ’bout you, Cricket? It’s 4:20 somewhere, right?” Minus mocked.

There was no other word that could describe Uncle Sid but mysterious. He looked like a foreigner from West on his thirties, young and surprisingly good looking. But Eurie doubted his age because he was almost a childhood friend of his could-have-been-fifty-seven-year-old father. She was really curious on this man's soap that maybe was the reason of his anti-aging looks. Aside from that, Uncle Sid was the weirdest man Eurie had ever met to the point that it sometimes gave Eurie the creeps. Like his father, Uncle Sid was an entertainer – a children's party clown. "You'll let me borrow it?" Eurie asked excitedly. ‘I could save money for renting costume. Yes!’ she thought.

They were smiling and cheering around them. “We’ve all missed you.” Aunt Funda stepped aside to take up his arm. Uncle moved to take his other arm. “There are just a few that still oppose the idea.” Uncle whispered as Mykhol looked over the crowd. His eyes stopped at Admiral Nugen. “That man…” “An old relic from the Empress Parsul’s reign.” Uncle went on knowingly. “He's a rather stubborn pest.” “A pest?” Mykhol thinned his smile at his parents. “Then, we need to exterminate it.”

“Wait—you’re the guy on the motorcycle from the other day!” He smiled, his eyes crinkling behind a large mask. His voice was warm and teasing as he said, “Guilty as charged.” Before I could say more, Xander tugged at my sleeve. “Sister, you misunderstood. He’s Nancy’s uncle.” Nancy’s uncle? I blinked, confused, just as a little girl in a puffy dress came running up. She held cotton candy identical to the one I’d kicked away. “Uncle, why are you lying on the ground?” she asked, her big eyes wide with surprise.

My aunt now had her claws hooked in my little dancer. "Have you ever performed the nutcracker?" Annika asked as soon as all started to settle into the massive sectional. Nikolai slung his arm over the back of the couch behind my aunt, giving me a side eye the entire time. I willfully ignored him and held Ashely's hand , tangling my fingers with her dainty ones and pulling it into my lap. "Yes, it was my last performance actually, for the season last year." Those blue eyes had a light dancing behind them with the opportunity to talk about her passion.