Uncle Leo Eyebrows Gif Novels & Stories

Instead, it’s like a staring contest between us, “IS that Leo?” El’s voice comes behind me, and I glance over my shoulder, narrowing my eyebrows. “Yes, but he was just leaving.” “Uncle Leo!” She shouts, jumping off her bed, her eyes sparkling as she comes running. My heart races when she stumbles on her way. “I finally watched The Bad Guys,” She excitedly said, pulling the door wide as she stood next to me. “Did you like it?” He asked her, and she nodded her head, excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

I crouch slightly, so I’m closer to Leo’s height and gently smooth down his hair. “It didn’t say anything bad,” I say softly. “I was just thinking.” He studies my face suspiciously for a few seconds, his brows pulling together in a way that reminds me painfully of his father. Finally, he nods. “Okay.” Then his face brightens again. “Uncle Ken said we can eat meat pies in the car!” “That sounds exactly like something Ken would say,” Elena mutters from behind me. I laugh softly despite everything. “Go back to him for a minute,” I told Leo, tapping his nose lightly. “I’ll be out soon.”

The sight of him made something in me unclench. “Aria!” he called, lifting a hand. Leo spotted him and instantly made a sound so loud I’m pretty sure half the terminal turned. “Uncle Julian!” He tore off toward him, and Julian caught him effortlessly, spinning him once before setting him against his side. “Look at you,” Julian said, laughing. “You got taller.” Leo puffed up instantly. “I am very grown up.” “You really are,” Julian said, and his voice was so warm it almost made me smile for real.

Fuck! I can tell that Noah is still clueless over the fact that his uncle is behind me because he’s still staring down at the made-up marble floor. I feel the roots of my hair stand in attention when I see Leo trying to tame his raging fury with a grim look gracing his face with his lips stretched in a thin displeased line. “Noah” As soon as Leo utters his name, he whips his head to look up and I marvel at the fact of how he didn’t manage to break his neck.

I huffed out a breath of disbelief, “really?? You really think that??” I leaned in, my chin brushing his shoulder, watching him. “Cool. Show me your response.” Leon did. And it was [Again, can I at least see what you look like? How do I even know you're a dude for real and not some old, obese creep?] He also added the emoji with one of its eyebrows raised. “Good. Send it.” [Unknown]: who says I haven't shown you my face? I asked you this before. Leon frowned, that adorable, confused crease appearing between his brows. [Okay this is getting a bit boring. I'm blocking you.]

"What are you talking about, Uncle? I am not playing around. I am just happy to see my girl again—” "I am not yours." Amber said immediately when Carson was about to touch her again. Carson's mouth dropped open, he was still nodding his head as he looked at the two of them as if there was something more funny going on. He turned back to Amber. "So, you like an old man now?" he asked. "Come one, he is my uncle. He's like your uncle—” "Shut up, Carson. If you don't have anything sensible to say, don't talk to me anymore."

"I feel sleepy. Leonardo mutters beside me, and I look at him. I see only a small portion of the vegetables on his plate, and so I excuse him and I. "Why did Uncle look so shocked when he saw you? Do you know each other?" I look at him speechless. "How did you come to that conclusion?" I ask instead. "He just looked surprised when he saw you." I nod at that but say nothing until we arrive at his room. "Let's just say we had an eventful meeting earlier today." Leo just laughs at that. He goes to his bathroom and cleans up as I wait for him. He comes out already in his pajamas and holds something like a box with attached to some wires.

“You are not alone in this.” Leo leaned back into him for a moment. “I know. But everything I thought I was fighting for was never mine.” Before Kai could answer the laptop on the table started ringing again. The same unknown number. Leo walked over and accepted the call on speaker. The uncle appeared on the screen. He sat in a dark office with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His smile was calm and patient.

he said cheerfully, “Uncle Harry is coming today, right?” James paused for a fraction of a second. “Why do you ask, buddy?” “I want to give him my drawing,” Ethan replied, opening his folder. The paper showed a swing set, a large sun, and an extra figure at the side—smaller, but smiling. “This is Uncle Harry. He’s a good man.” Emma, who was pouring tea, froze. The cup met its saucer with a small sound that felt far too loud. “Ethan,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “eat first.”

“Lyra, don’t be dramatic.” Soren moved closer and ruffled my hair gently, then let his fingers linger at the back of my neck. The warmth of his touch sent unwanted sparks down my spine. “Feisty. I like it. You should stay angry more often, it brings out the color in your cheeks.” Julian stepped in, tilting his head with that familiar curiosity that once made my heart race. His voice dropped low, teasing. “Maybe our Little Star is just craving attention.” He leaned closer, breath brushing my ear. “We’d be happy to give you plenty, if you’re feeling neglected.”