Uncle Ruckus With Normal Eyes Novels & Stories

From then on, he had a crazy amount of fan followers who would go crazy over his face. With his eyes narrowed, he peered at his uncle who was looking out the window. He had to admit his uncle was handsome. He had a high and straight nose with a strong jawline. But the main feature of his was his whitish blond hair and his sea-blue eyes. He captured millions of fans with just his face alone. just imagine lemons being out of commission just because a news article wrote that he adored lemon juice. that’s how crazy his fans are. But the only funny thing was his uncle did not even realize that he had fans.

The old man has the same nose and smile as my mom, and the sight of his soft smile has my eyes tearing up. I bite back a whimper as my eyes trail over to the former King. My uncle. He has the same color hair as my mother, yet his has streaks of gray, something I didn’t get to see in my mother since her hair fell out early due to the radiation and her sickness.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. But I have to let this out or else I will go crazy.” I bite my lip, trying to contain my nerves. “What is it? Tell me.” Her eyes widen, nearly bulging out of her sockets in pure fear. “It’s about your uncle. He’s not . . . he’s not normal. He’s not human.”

“Nope, but I’d rather skip a shoot than let my cute niece wait on me.” Evelyn stares at him in astonishment. Her uncle is handsome, with blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes she’s ever seen. His eyes are purely blue, with no trace of the green flecks like hers. Though they don’t spend much time together due to his busy schedule, they get along well. Sometimes, she feels closer to him than to her own parents.

“You should always apologise to your elders whenever you wrong them” He added with his eyes casted to the sparkly marble floor. Slowly he lifted his head, his life less eyes staring at me. I peered into he’s eyes, wondering what the hell happened to them. I wondered if he ever had the same deep brown eyes and tanned skin like uncle Ray. His face was a carbon copy of uncle Ray, but totally an old version. Albeit uncle Ray said he was older than him but I kinda doubt that. His face had the same structure as Uncle Ray's, high cheekbones and symmetrical. He was very thin unlike Uncle Ray who was huge.

My Dad said, and I suddenly felt more than a little concerned, especially, going off the angry expression upon my Uncle’s face. “Oh, is that right? And what is it we are talking about? Because this does not feel right.” My Uncle’s eyes darted between the three of us, and I could see his eyes were flickering between those of himself and his wolf, and I knew if his wolf came out we would be in trouble.

She has never openly insulted me and for that I'm grateful. I head for my Uncle's office. The door opens and a strange man walks out of it. He looks Russian with his Gray eyes, full beard and a mustache. He has a fedora hat on and I spot a scar running from his ear down to his chin. He pulls the hat lower and walks past me. I'm probably the one with the problem but the moment he walks by the aura he let off made me the air on my neck stand. A loud smash breaks out of Uncle's room and I immediately barge in. "What i-" I stop midway to see my uncle looking enrage and furious. The veins on his head are threatening to pop out of his head. The buttons on his shirt are hardly keeping it together.

There was some sort of hunger emanating from him, and it only intensified once my parents are up on theirr four legs, looking at him. Red eyes that seem to be fueled by fire are staring back at him. There was still blood dripping from their bodes and the smell coming from it is sharp and almost rancid. Uncle Amos doesn't seem to be bothered. In fact, he even as the gall to stare at me and say, “Look at my masterpiece. Look at both of them. Aren’t they just wonderful?” “Fuck you,” I mutter, then I attack. However, dad blocks my way and takes the punch that was meant for my own uncle.

I knelt down to his level and focused the camera on our faces. “We have the same eyes!” I gasped and he seemed surprised. “We do!” He exclaimed, staring at our images on the phone screen, a small smile crossed my lips. “Mister, are you my uncle?” he asked,his tone growing more energetic. Uncle? I wasn't even sure if I should say yes or not. “right, uncle. You can call me uncle since we look so alike.” “ Then why are you suddenly showing up now! Uncles used to get a lot of toys for their nephews” He grunted.

His black obsidian eyes twinkled under the overhead blue lighting of the suite as his face broke into a grin similar to the one on my face. "Pumpkin!" he called out and covered the distance between us in a few strides. He pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug, the musky scent of his perfume dancing salsa around my nose. "Mustard!" I called back, my voice sounding muffled against his clothing. He pulled back with the hint of a smile on his face. "It's Faartz, stupid. I'm your uncle, not a flower." He hit the upside of my head playfully, chuckling to himself.