Spider-man: Uncle Ben Death Novels & Stories

Cayden's pov Dead! The man who stood there, half his body encased in ice and a hand stuck in Lana's throat was my uncle, Logan! He was dead! I couldn't believe that Logan had actually died. It felt so much like a movie to me. “He's dead.” Carmen also had a surprised expression on her face. “Well, at least he died taking Lana with him.” Carmen said, her hands on mine, trying to offer me some comfort. I just smiled stiffly. “Yeah.” Lana's death was something everyone should be happy about.

To be honest, I’m a little confused about what happened. So my uncle died last Tuesday, and his child, our cousin, told us that before our uncle died, he said that he saw fire on the windows of the hospital room. At the other end of the room, there was smoke, and after that, he mentioned that he saw a person with fangs going near him. He described it as a vampire, but we thought it may be a demon. Then my uncle started taking in his last gasps of air... After a few more moments, he then breathed a long deep breath, and he died.

He wore a black, custom-tailored suit, his face as cold and hard as a marble sculpture. “The wedding will proceed,” his voice was low, leaving no room for argument. “I will marry her.” No one dared to question him. No one dared to object. Because he was Cassiano Corleone. Leo’s uncle. The true power of the Family. He saved my dignity. He saved my life. If that's the case, why wouldn't I marry? “I’ll admit, Aurora, it’s a clever move. But using my Uncle Cassiano as your shield? That killing machine who doesn’t even touch women? You really think I’m going to fall for that?”

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

"According to the coroner, Ms. Giselle Moore died between 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm last night. The cause of death was an acute asthma attack, though the wound on her forehead also contributed to her rapid decline." Gary felt as though his heart had stopped beating. "So it was an asthma attack… That inhaler…" Before he could finish, Zachary hurled a disc across the table. His voice was cold. "When we looked into it, we realized the surveillance footage from your house had been tampered with. Our technical team managed to recover the deleted files. Take a look at what a 'kind' person your sister Sophia actually is."

“You were given one job.” “I know.” “And you failed.” “I can fix it.” “You can’t. There is nothing to fix” His breathing became uneven. “Please, Dante….” “Do you know why you’re still alive?” He shook his head. “Because Julian came back.” The room went quiet and I stood. “Tico.” Tico stepped forward from the shadows. “Take him off surveillance. Make sure he doesn’t work near the house again.” Vince sagged with relief so quickly it almost disgusted me.

“He’s dead.” “Clearly, not,” Aric said, brushing dust from his jacket. His movements were unnervingly calm. “But I imagine that’s a story for another time. Right now, I have questions.” Annabel forced herself to stand tall, hiding the confusion roiling inside her. “You have questions? Where have you been all this time? How are you even—” “Alive?” Aric interrupted, his smile widening. “Let’s just say death and I had a... temporary arrangement.”

That's when my eyes widened at what Mr Perelman said. So, Albus and Hailey are alive? Then the only dad died? What a trick of nature! I immediately turned to the door when suddenly someone came in. The none other than Albus Wesley. The Zombie Man though he can fool everyone not until he met the woodcutter. The woodcutter saw the Zombie Man eating a white deer in the middle of the forest. My eyes widened not because I saw him again, but because I could see the black aura on him. Only now have I seen something like this. From my bed, I could see with my bared eyes the black smoke all over Albus Wesley's whole being.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"Die! Every single one of you! Join me in death!" "Hee-hee… Uncle Bruce, didn't you say breaking my arm didn't matter?"