Nutcracker Uncle Drosselmeyer Novels & Stories

“Uncle Cat, we are nothing of the sort. Don’t believe those false rumours that are spreading around. Let’s get to business.” He admires my latest work, handcrafted figurines made from wood. I have presented a man, a woman, a child and various animals. It had taken me my entire childhood to learn the art. Probably my mother doesn’t know of my secret hobby, although it has brought in some amount of cash. In the locked chest under my bed, I have stowed away a pair of figurines, made in the resemblance of Han and myself. “This should fetch some good money,” Uncle Cat looks proud of me. Charley is rooted to the spot, amazed by my handiwork, yet he cannot find the words to say. I ignored him, cont

It was impossible to ignore. "You danced so beautifully, so I have a present for my piccola," he murmured, turning the kid more happy and her mother curious. Aniya saw him taking out a box of chocolates from his coat's pocket and then he extended it towards Flora. "This is for my Ora," Practically snatching the box from his hand, Flora hugged it tightly in her tiny arms and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, tall uncle," she said to him while gaping at the chocolates with her wide doe eyes. He chuckled and cradled her cheek. He watched her trying to open the box but it was packed a little tightly.

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

“Thank you, Max but I have to go. I need to prepare a good gift for your Mom.” “I need to go to work too. Uncle D is going to have my head for showing up late.” I take in the ugly suit he has on and cringe. The mustard yellow jacket with polka dot pants held his thighs like a vice and made him look like a circus clown. What an eyesore. “Drive me there while you're at it. I can't be bothered to take my car today.”

Just raw and undisguised hunger. “Thank you, little elf,” he murmured, voice low and rough like aged bourbon. He took the reindeer, but instead of setting it aside, he let his gloved fingers brush mine,deliberately, slowly,before placing the toy on the armrest. Then he reached past me and flipped a switch on the control panel hidden behind the throne. A soft mechanical whir, and the velvet curtain at the entrance slid closed. Another click, and I heard the faint snick of the magnetic lock engaging.

I tried to move away but he grabbed my head and pulled me back towards him. “Do not be stubborn now, ay!” he said in a sultry voice. “You would pass as a beautiful girl if you cross-dressed, Nephew,” he said rubbing my face with the back of his free hand. “You are so precious Nephew, and Uncle loves you the most.” I struggled to get away from him but he was too strong. Way too strong. He zipped down his pants and his dick plopped out. I gazed at it in horror, struggling to pull away.

I found the thing quite creepy. " Of course I did...its mine....It was a birthday gift from my Uncle on my 13th birthday....Mother wouldn't let me keep it in the house...so Uncle kept it for me....Its quite beautiful, don't you think?" I stood up beside her and took a look at the creepy looking thing..."Why...such a gift?" "I've always had a fascination in Midevil torture... This isn't the only piece I own...I also have thumb screws, an iron chair, and a head Crusher...Uncle will send those as well."

They were maybe 10-12 feet tall and apparently heavier than I thought. And what do we have for Christmas? A freaking man-sized Santa Claus with his slide and all the nine reindeers. I'm telling you, he goes too extra with the decorations. He has money, he can allow himself to go this far with the decor, that's what he says when I ask him why. It's actually heartwarming to see this big man being so enthusiastic and giggling like a kid. And I know in such moments he is the real Viktor I have the luck to know. In such moments of pure freedom and joy.

When I open it, judging by the uniform the guy who rang the bell is wearing and the box in his hands, he's exactly who I've been waiting for. He makes me sign the receipt and hands over my product to me with a smile I'm not bothered to return. Closing the door, I turn to find Zeke's eyes glued to the box. I swear I can see the image of peanuts blinking in his eyes. This boy and his love for peanuts. “Come here, champ.” I call him. He bounces off the vouch and is beside me in no time. “I'm here, Uncle Enzo.” “You would like to go out and have some fun, right Zeke?”

Drew, Leo, and Jace each carried a wrapped gift almost as big as they were. “Best auntie? Please,” Drew said, hefting a box that looked like a small fortress. “She’ll need uncles who teach important things. Like skipping rocks and identifying trees.” “She’ll need an uncle with taste,” Jace said, straightening the ribbon on his sleek package. “And negotiation skills.” Leo lifted a carved wooden wolf. His smile said enough. I laughed, easy and full. “You’re all going to spoil her. You can all be the best. Maybe wait until she’s actually here before the competition?”