Nutcracker Uncle Drosselmeyer Novels & Stories

"Uncle, will Santa come?" Dominic’s hand froze. "Yes." "How does he get in? You don't have a chimney." Dominic was silent for two seconds. "He has a key." Avery nearly choked on her water. She lowered her head, pretending not to hear. Dorothea believed him and went back to her meal. Dominic set down his fork and reached for a gold-wrapped box on the service cart, pushing it toward the little girl. "For me?" Dorothea asked.

Amelia whispers to me quietly as we descend down the two steps that lead into the sitting room. "You did great, don't worry love" I give her hand a gentle squeeze before I navigate us past some of my uncles friends and find him sitting on the couch surrounded by other members of my family. He's a large man, always looked a lot like Santa. Which was fitting because as I found out later he was the one who would dress up like Santa for us during Christmas time.

“She does not need to give a heartfelt handmade gift to an uncle who is only cruel to her.” Vladimir stroked his emerald-gray beard, leaves covered in fungus and mange. “Shut up, bastard prince, and be silent. You were lucky my brother took you in in the first place after your lothario days.” Morozko flinched. Dmitri sighed. “Go get your gift, Anya, then show your cousins to the playground outside.” Anya darted from behind Morozko’s shadow, went to the shelf, and took down a whittled firebird from a cutting of rosewood from a realm far beyond Buyan. “Here, Uncle Vlad.” She placed it in his hands.

Alex nodded, "This one can't be wrong. It’s the Exorcism Bell." Uncle Drake let out a long sigh. Uncle Drake looked old. His beard was white, and he was thin and bony, like an elderly man who would step into a coffin at any moment. He frowned deeply, making his already wrinkled face look even more like an air-dried orange. It was as if he was saying, ‘Since the Dragon Lord said so, there's nothing we can do.’

SELENA I watched from the corner as the maids dressed my son in a crisp white tuxedo. His hair was carefully curled, with a few soft strands falling across his forehead. His smile was blinding. I chuckled from my I stood, watching him pouted his round lips at his nanny. “I want to go to uncle.” he whined, shaking his head to mess up with his hair. Huh? I gulped down nothing before moving away from the door. “Uncle is not here yet.” I cleared my throat once I got behind them, grabbing their attention. “Uncle went to get you a gift.”

Therefore, it was difficult to refuse when the offer came. "How old are you?" Kaname asked. "Seventeen." That answer made Kaname groan inwardly. A little too old for his taste. But the cute face masked the older age. Kaname could easily imagine him being even younger. "Is it okay if we do it here? I’m nervous in the room." The young man took off his jacket, glancing at the strange panda doll on the table in the corner. However, Kaname was no longer aware of that peculiar behavior. He had already removed his jacket and begun the activity he had been longing for. He didn’t care about anything else anymore.

Adrian tossed his suit jacket over the back of a luxury sofa and walked toward a glass bar cart in the corner of the room. "You performed perfectly tonight, Elera," he said, pouring amber liquid into a heavy crystal glass. He actually sounded impressed. "Cortez will be too busy dealing with the fallout of the auction to realize I just stole the ledger right out from under his nose. My uncle is entirely finished." "Who was the blonde?" I asked, my voice coming out harsh and completely unrecognizable. Adrian paused. He set the crystal decanter down on the glass cart. He turned around, his dark eyes narrowing at my aggressive tone. "Excuse me?"

Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night. With a twinkle of irreverent amusement in his eyes, Asmo mused upon the logistical acrobatics of Santa's legendary journey, his mind veering into the whimsical realm of absurdity as he sought to unravel the enigmatic mystery. The notion of a rotund man squeezing through narrow chimneys and bestowing gifts upon the world in a single night elicited a quiet chuckle from him, the incongruity of it all casting a playful glimmer in his gaze.

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.

Alpha Sioux bent and shook hands with him and said smiling "I hope I am not too late." The uncle said, "No, you are not, but we got too excited you know, you start Christmas preparations always." Alpha Sioux asked, "Did they send the tree?" The uncle said to him "Oh yes, they came yesterday." Alpha Sioux asked for more "and the decoration materials, lighting, and all supplies." Uncle said, "Don't worry son, they have arrived like they always have. I count myself. And tell me about this lovely lady here. You never brought any girl here before except Sara."