Uncle Ben Spider-man Novels & Stories

For sure, he must do something, but quite reasonably, every step that will be taken should be cautious lest one wrong move causes everything to tear into pieces. His head whipped back toward Rafael's office, his belly coiling with sudden fear and anger. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go down after what he went through. This isn't how things were supposed to go down; “I'm not supposed to get taken down again by Bernice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number, shaking a little, before he took a deep breath to steel himself regarding what waited on the other end. "I won't let you do this, Uncle," he muttered, a dangerous light turning on in his eyes. "I won't let y

It turned out that the man who made Selly hysterical like that was Uncle Matthew. "Nyla!" Uncle Matthew raised his hand, waving at me. Suddenly, Selly, beside me, turned her head in confusion. "Nyla." Selly shook my arm. "Do you know that handsome man? Tell me, who is he? Is he your boyfriend?" "Ah, come on, seriously." I exhaled harshly. "He's my uncle." Selly covered her mouth with both hands. "Your uncle?" I nodded. Seeing her reaction, I had a bad feeling that she would be even more hysterical than this. "Alright, see you later, Selly."

He looked like a man who was winning his war. As the front door closed, Finn looked up from his pancakes. "Mommy, is Uncle Eric going to be my new Daddy?" The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been dreading this. How do you explain the complexities of the past to a five-year-old? "Do you want him to be your daddy?" I asked, gauging his reaction. "I like Uncle Eric. I wouldn't mind," he said simply, taking a big bite of food. I took a deep breath. "Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum."

He stopped speaking for a moment, letting his blood-stained hands run through his hair. “He gave me an interesting proposition, you know. Asked if I’ll let you become his breeder. Which, in other words, means his dirty, constant fuck toy, whom he’ll pump cum into time after time and—” “Stop it!” I spat angrily, irritated to the core. My nostrils flared from anger and my fists remained curled by my sides. What the fuck was wrong with him? “He’s good-looking, and yes, I’d gladly take the likes of him before even opting for you once. Leave my room, Uncle,” I retorted in the same snide remark he’d spoken in. It made me shake, my insides curling.

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

“Hi.” My breath caught. Lance looked at Javier’s hand… and didn’t take it. He didn’t even move. Absolute dead air. A hot wave of irritation shot up my spine, from my chest up to my nape. What the hell is his problem? Javier withdrew his hand slowly—calm, but clearly thrown off. And that just made me angrier at Lance. Arrogant. Rude. Unbelievably full of himself. “Let me apologize on his behalf,” Uncle said with an awkward laugh. “My brother’s terrible at socializing.”

"No. It’s Alaric Vance." The name hit me harder than the cold. I felt a sharp, familiar ache in my chest—one I had spent three years trying to bury. Alaric Vance. The man who had been my father’s shadow, his most brilliant protégé. The man who had started as an intern and ended up running half the firm before he left to start his own empire. The man I used to follow around like a lost puppy when I was seventeen, back when I used to call him "Uncle Alaric" just to see him smirk.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze to the screen. The name glared back at him in bold letters. Caesar. And the contact number confirmed it is his uncle.

"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."

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