Uncle Ben Spider-man Novels & Stories

Nelly returned as I shook my head. "Now, I don't have any business with you again. But let me promise you something Michael and Nora, I won't stay below forever. I will do everything that I can to climb back up and make you guys beg on your knees" I turned instantly to leave but my forehead suddenly hit something strong. "How could there be a wall in the middle of the road?" "Uncle Haven!" Michael called out. I looked up only to see that it wasn't a wall but a Man, not your ordinary type of man, "When did you have an Uncle?" I turned to Michael confused.

“Don’t be too naive as a woman, Kimberly. You can be kind, but don’t be stupid.” “What do you mean?” Kimberly furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper at her husband’s uncle. Damian didn’t say much but suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s hand. He pulled his body close to hers. Kimberly was shocked when Damian hugged her tightly. “L–let me go, U–Uncle!” Kimberly hit the man’s muscular arm. “Call my name, Kim,” Damian whispered hoarsely in front of Kimberly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle! Let me go! My husband might see!” Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic.

The other person he always cried for was Eric. Henry had a special bond with his uncle like his mother, even after both getting married, Evelyn and Eric were still close and still shared some secrets. Henry called both his uncle and father daddy, he was now two years old and able to speak most words. Eric brought him toys and clothes every time he went home. Sometimes he would sleep at Adam 's home because he couldn't be separated from Eric, other times Eric had to sleep over at Tom' s house or wait for Henry to sleep before going back home.

Hearing that he was half Houston and half Monaco felt new to me; he had never mentioned being a native of Monaco. “So how has it been with my uncle?” Leon continued to taunt me, managing a laugh. “I know he can be a handful sometimes, but can you tell us how you two met? A few months ago, I could have sworn he was a confirmed bachelor.” I felt my stomach grumble in annoyance. This was exactly what Xavier was doing, but Leon was being clever and sly so Casper wouldn’t catch on. Well, I wasn’t entirely surprised; I had always known Leon was very cunning.

“After a long time, I finally heard something positive.” Frank raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back his skepticism. “Something positive? From Uncle Zach?” “Yes, Frank,” Kiera continued, her voice laced with excitement. “He’s getting married again!” “What?” Frank’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. He blinked, processing the news. Uncle Zach… getting married again? “Yes!” Kiera nodded enthusiastically, enjoying his reaction. “Oh my God! I’m so happy!” Frank said, a smile breaking out across his face. “Zach’s getting married again? That’s amazing! Who’s the lucky girl?”

An Elderly man and woman walked over with a kind smile on over their face. Lisa looked at the person calling and decisively hung up the phone. She just doesn't know how they got the news so fast. "You are?" She asked the two people that came with a smile. "I am Butler Ben and this is Madame Beatrice, We have been taking care of master since he was little" Uncle Ben introduced himself. "Oh ok" "Master told us that you will bring them over" Madame Beatrice looker at the cute kids and felt her motherly love about to overflow.

Still, the asshole acted like he didn't hear me. “I need to tell you something. I swear you would want to hear this,” he said urgently, “It’s about my uncle.” When he mentioned his uncle, my eyes turned sharp. Nah. I wouldn't fall for the same trap again. “If this is one of your ways to ruin us again then you’re not going to fool any of us anymore—” I uttered using my unbothered tone but then he cut me off. “He has a son.” Hearing that statement of him made my world seem to stop for a moment.

The script had not changed because in their version of this story, I was supposed to be calm after being gaslighted. I raised my phone and pressed the record button. "Brenda." Sophia propped herself up on one elbow with a smile on her face. Her dark hair fell across her shoulder and shamelessly, she said, "You were always too vanilla for him sis. Men like Alexandre don't stay with vanillas." I looked at my older sister. I thought about her standing over me on a road in the middle of nowhere. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Telling me her baby was grateful to me, her aunt.

Warm fingers clos firmly around my waist and everything stills when I look up and freeze. Holyyyyyy fuck. It’s Dante Wolfe. Ethan’s uncle. Technically not related by blood, but close enough for the family title to stick. Dante Wolfe was the kind of man people feared instinctively. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and always dressed in dark tailored suits that looked expensive enough to ruin lives, he carried himself with the cold confidence of someone who knew he was untouchabl. His sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes, and calm expression made him look more dangerous than approachable….like a man who could destroy you without even raising his voice.