Uncle Iroh Art Novels & Stories

The sweater was too big for his 5’4” frame, the hem falling halfway down his thighs, but the way the fabric draped only served to emphasize the fullness of his chest and the soft, rounded curve of his hips. "I’m here, Uncle Noah," Orion rumbled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in the very floorboards. Noah beamed, his porcelain skin glowing in the firelight. He padded across the thick rug on bare feet, moving with that natural, bouncy grace that made Orion’s blood simmer. Without a second thought, without a shred of hesitation, Noah did what he had done since Orion was a teenager: he climbed right onto Orion’s lap. To Noah, this was a family tradition,a sweet, platonic comfor

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

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?"

This isn't safe at all, it's oil, therefore, with one wrong move this whole place would be in flames. I looked up to see my uncle staring at me, he has changed so much, his arms were fully inked, jet black hair now reached his shoulders. I could feel the sweat from in my palms looking at him. I kept a straight face, got out of the boat, and climbed the stairs. How long has it been,7 years? Everything kept flashing back to my head like a slap on the face. I clenched my fists and grimaced seeing two women pressing their bodies against his. Disgusting, even they didn't seem to be enjoying it.

“I wasn’t even pulling it hard.” Oki sighed and rubbed his ear. “What? That was full power!” “Sissy bonsai,” Darrion stuck out his tongue. Oki looked at him annoyedly. “Scarecrow.” “Alright, boys, that’s enough,” Jai reminded. Then he turned again to the uncle. “Okay. I will accept to help you. But I need to prepare and this is not going to be a fast process.” The uncle looked at him and nodded. “Yes. I just… If you can, in one piece, I…”

Probably their mother. She was stunning, but she wasn’t the one that caught my attention. It was the older man standing behind them, with a scar running across the length of his cheek. Something about him felt familiar. “Who is that?” I ask, turning towards Ivy who was also observing the painting. “My uncle,” “Is he still in the pack? I can swear I’ve seen him somewhere.” “He’s dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I want to hit myself for being so insensitive.

Since Aiden had said he would like it, could it be a painting? Aiden opened the gift box and carefully brought out a scroll of painting. He sounded pleased as he said, “It’s the painting from China’s famous Tang Bohu. I’ve spent a lot of effort to buy it from a friend to give it to Uncle Charles as a birthday gift.” Aiden then raised an eyebrow to glance cheekily at Philip, who had his head buried in his plate. This piece of trash still has the mood to be eating at a time like this. Is this his first time at Virtuous Court?

He only shows any emotion towards Mum. “Don’t mind him, Timika. We are all so happy you had a perfect day!” Uncle Garren says to me, pulling me into a bear hug. He is the complete opposite of Uncle Zuko, and very affectionate, like Daddy. Uncle Garren Hart and his wife Auntie Lilura, are our Gamma couple. They are like real family! Auntie Lilura is Mommy’s best friend, and she is a white witch. She stands in as Beta Female as well since Uncle Zuko has no mate.

Everything was organized in its place, and you could easily tell that great care had gone into not only building and putting the place together, but keeping up with it too. On the one side of the room were paintings and sculptures, and on the other side was a massive shelf of books. At the back end of the room were computer screens on the wall, and below them were cabinets. “To make things easier, I had the information put into a digital presentation. I’ll show you every important piece of art or object where relevant, but it’s mostly just me telling you the facts,” my uncle said before clicking on the screen. My grandmother’s face popped up, and she looked every bit as badass as I’d heard s

Iris POV My name is Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas, the fierce and feared leader of the white fang pack. My uncle was a cold man who cared only about battles and nothing else. Other than the prostitute he slept with, he didn't have a mate and refused to have an heir. My childhood was beautiful and also filled with gruesome scenes because uncle Hatzis was ruthless to anyone that's not me since I was his little brother's only child and his last surviving blood relative since my parents died.