Uncle Ben 10 Novels & Stories

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

A heavy, warm weight settled on the small of his back,a hand so large it seemed to span the entire width of his waist. "Uncle Noah," a deep, vibrating baritone rumbled from behind him. Noah jumped, his wide hips swaying with the sudden movement, and he turned to look up... and up. He blinked, his long lashes fluttering as he met the intense, dark eyes of his nephew.

I hadn't moved yet, but I already knew who was coming. Max shouted excitedly as he opened the door. "UNCLE BEN!" A tall figure in a slightly messy expensive suit, neatly combed dark brown hair, and his signature mischievous smile stood in the doorway with sunglasses draped over his shirt. Ben laughed loudly, then easily lifted Max into the air, spinning him around once before hugging him tightly. "Hey, boy, did you miss me?" Max laughed loudly, his arms wrapped around his uncle's neck. "Of course I did! You've been a long time coming!"

“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.”

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

If Fletcher had not been such incompetent, it would be him who’s in charge of the company instead of his uncle. I noticed him once I glanced at where he stood, but we had no chance to have a chat or even exchange our names.I used to hear his story from Fletcher, and he called his uncle “Perpetual-man” for he would never feel exhausted while confronting work.As for this workaholic’s real name, I had not been sure at that time,maybe it was Noah or Norman.

"Your father went through a lot. Your mother used to hate him so much I thought they would never get to this point. You and your brother are miracles who were able to melt away that hatred. I have witnessed how hard your father has fought to protect his family. He loves you, your mother, and your brother equally. Never doubt that!" "So you're saying I should give in, right?" I rotated my eyeballs. "You're just as annoying as Dad," I grumbled. Uncle Ben laughed. "You're showing more and more of your father's genes." He ruffled my hair. "I think I know. You need help carrying those suitcases, don't you?" He pointed to the four suitcases by the bed. I nodded. "All right. You can catch up with y

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

Of all the crazy things that could happen, how did I end up sleeping with my best friend’s uncle? "Oh, and him... I assume you already know him, right?" Willem glanced at Kai, who was now standing beside him. "He’s Kai Wilder Reyes. Summer’s uncle. My best friend." My mouth went dry, and even my hands felt numb. My world crumbled as my head spun. Kai extended his hand toward me, a wicked smirk on his lips. "So, Miss Rosendale," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "It seems you enjoy asking for my help, don’t you?"