Uncle Ben Spiderman Novels & Stories

He had already found out Isabella's son's name, so he simply called out to him while smiling like a kind uncle, "Ben." Being called by someone he had never met before, Ben blinked his eyes and refused to answer. Lorenzo nodded; this was to be expected from his son. He was very smart. Lorenzo walked over and said to Ben, "Don't be scared. I am your uncle who traveled to New Zealand many years ago. I just returned to the U.S. a few days ago, and your mom told me you look like me. I was very curious and couldn't wait for her, so I hurried over here to take a look."

Amanda opened the door wider to give way to the old man. “Young Lady, I will leave for now. But you know the old master, he will not stop until he gets what he wants” there is a hidden threat in his message. “Are you threatening me Uncle Ben? After all these years, why now? What do you want from me?” Amanda could not help but fight back the tears forming in her eyes. “He wants the young master” Uncle Ben said without blinking. He slightly bowed then left the apartment. “Nooooo” her whole body trembled and her knees turned into jelly. She didn’t realize that she’s been slumping on the cold floor for some time now.

Then, turning to the man, he smiled and added, "Uncle Ben, this is Dean." Hearing the name "Uncle Ben," Dean’s heart skipped a beat, his expression betraying a flicker of unease and alertness that he couldn't hide. The mention of the man's name hit him like a bolt of lightning, slicing through his thoughts and piercing the deepest corners of Dean Harrison’s memory. Benjamin Winston. The name echoed in his mind, instantly triggering a discomfort that made him feel like he was drowning in an unfamiliar yet deeply unsettling past.

Ben almost yelled at his uncle. “What evidence do you have to prove that, Ben? I haven’t done anything to your father. He perished as a result of sunlight exposure during the war against the werewolves. I haven’t conspired against him, Ben.” Uncle Ronald lied to Ben. “I will expose your deeds to the vampire world just when it is the right time for that. You can wait until then and guess what evidence I have against you, uncle. At least it will keep you occupied, and you will stop pestering me in this manner.” Ben deliberately increased his suspense to distract his mind from the mischievous acts that he was doing so far to trouble Ben.

“A-Actually, on the first day of my school, I met Uncle Ben on the road and he greeted me. He was kind and warm-hearted... to lend me a hand especially since he k-knows that my father was wounded and he wanted to help. Of course, I was happy that someone had helped us especially since what we needed right now was help since my father became disabled...” “U-Uncle Ben, right after giving me a syringe saying that all I needed to do was to inject it into my father and he will be cured since he said that syringe is the cure to my father's disability...” Before I could continue, Irene interrupted me as her brows were raised. “Syringe? An antidote to cure?”

It was a tall man, radiating an overwhelming Alpha presence that commanded attention. He had deep-set eyes, a high straight nose, and striking features. There was something familiar about him. A flicker of recognition stirred within me. It was Eric—Kellen’s uncle and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Eric stared at me, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment—though it remained gentle. “I came to check on you. To see if you were feeling any better.” His face unlocked something within me. Buried memories broke through—the scattered fragments from that day in the forest started to coalesce.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

I asked and he nodded. "Wow." "He betrayed you?" "Betray is not the word for it sweetie. He fucking broke Omerta. He joined his father's clan." Bennett said. "The Russians." He said. Wow. "I thought he's your Uncle's son." I said. "And why's that?" "That was what Benjamin said the last time and if he's your Uncle's son, then your Uncle is a Russian?" Bennett's lips curved to a smile. "You're learning quite fast tesoro."

“If my uncle was like that, he wouldn't be the big brother of the school. My uncle knows the character of Benedict James, every time he goes out to play, he goes to the library. My uncle asked the brothers to gather in front of the library to prepare for action if Benedict James did not come down that day. My uncle and all the juniors were climbing trees all day. At this point, my uncle is very angry.” “My uncle was born with a short temper and was impatient. Whatever you do, expect a reply soon. It was very easy to get discouraged, so when my uncle didn't beat Benedict James at the library, he waited at the garage gate, waiting for Benedict James to get his car. That place seems to me to be

"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.