Uncle Ben Spiderman Novels & Stories

I swat blindly at the air next to me, trying to silence whoever dares interrupt this extremely necessary reunion. That’s when I get yanked back with a full-body tug and a growl escapes me. I whirl around, ready to murder someone—and of course, it’s Uncle Ben, smug and smugger, grinning like he’s just walked in on his own personal comedy show. Dad’s cackling from the kitchen table like it’s the funniest thing he’s seen all year. I groan and flop back into Caden’s chest as he snorts and pours us both coffee like this is normal.

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.”

"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."

“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?”

I tried so many things I saw there, but I don't seem to understand what I was doing exactly. "Let me just call my mechanic and an escort." This shit had never happened to me, and I don't know why it has to happen now. "Drop it!" I heard a gun cock. I froze at my spot and didn't look back. "Put the fucking phone down." The voice sounded more intense. Hold up a second. The voice sounded a lot like someone familiar. I turned to the person slowly and found out it was Anderson. "Really? Uncle?" I dropped my hands and scoffed.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

"I can’t ignore it. I can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. I can’t imagine my life without you, but I can’t erase the fact that we’re blood-related…" "We’re not related by blood! I don’t have a brother; I’m an only child. Hayato isn’t my brother!" Kenji blurted out. "What…" Akiko stared at Kenji, her eyes full of tears. Her mind went blank for a moment. "How… You're my uncle." Akiko’s brain seemed to slow down as she tried to process the words. "No…" Kenji slowly stepped closer, his trembling hand reaching out. "My father said..." Something flashed in Akiko’s mind, and she fell silent.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen—” Damian released my wrist, shoving me away from him as if my very touch burned. “You slept with my uncle?” “No,” I cried, shaking my head. “It wasn’t like that. He just—he helped me. I was drunk, I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” Damian roared, his fists slamming into the wall beside him, cracking the plaster. I jumped, fear gripping me as I watched him seethe, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

"Uncle, it’s Marco—he’s been poisoned. Doctor Cameron says she needs your blood. Please, hurry.’ A low growl vibrated through the link. ‘Wolfsbane. I’m on my way.’ Each minute felt like a lifetime. Doctor Cameron worked with sharp, practiced movements, but even she wore a grim expression that made my stomach twist. Marco wasn’t out of the woods yet. We just needed Uncle to get here—fast. The doors burst open and he rushed in, breath ragged, eyes immediately locking onto Marco. Without a word, he rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. “Take what you need.”

What she saw stunned her completely. She was being tagged online as the "ladies' queen" for her bold move in going after her fiancé's uncle. The hashtag #UpgradeToTheUncle was trending. Some had even dug up photos of Roman because they were curious about the savage man who willingly married his nephew's fiancée. There were quotes saying that even if they got sued by the Sinclair family for posting about the uncle-nephew duo, it was worth it. Their mission was to turn this real-life drama into a movie.