Uncle Ben Spiderman Novels & Stories

“I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?” "Being his Uncle, mean we can't be in bed together, I'd thought you're a friend on maybe a business partner of the Carter's at worst" I turned to him, folding my hands under my bossom, "But an 'Uncle'? That's family, and a whole generation of difference at that" "We can't be together" I concluded, My eyes on him.

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."

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."

What Albert said to Henry was just words perfunctory. “Frederic will be back.” Albert said grimly, and Henry frowned almost immediately. "Uncle? Why did he want to come back? Is he returning home to visit his relatives?" At first, Henry didn't know much about this uncle, whom he had rarely seen since he was a child. But now Albert was subconsciously influencing Henry, and Henry didn't feel good about Frederick. What's more, he was doing well abroad. Henry subconsciously regarded him as an adversary, was wary of him, and even hated him. Although Henry was now the nominal heir of the Young family, Frederick was not bad either.

“I will get you back.” Uncle Jason leaned in, trying to see who I was talking to. Benita froze. “What are you doing with him?” she whisper-yelled. “He’s my uncle,” I replied. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” Then she started gushing. “He’s so fine. And talented. And—” “Goodbye,” I cut in, ending the call. Uncle Jason laughed. “Jealous.” “I don’t get the hype.” “You wouldn’t,” he replied. “Family never sees it.”

"Aha! Thank you for the compliment, sir… By the way, what’s the name of your uncle who gave me the scholarship?" She asked, only to feel her heart race when Carl answered. "Seth Andrew, I call him Uncle SA, or Uncle SS short for Seth Santiago..." "S-Seth Santiago?" Izzy stammered, struggling to speak. Impossible, maybe it's just a coincidence that he shares the same name as that rude guy?

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.

“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.”

I said, making him nod his head. "If you want to go into the business world, you are always welcome. My son needs an assistant, anyway. You can demand the salary that you want with your conditions," Uncle Ben suggested, and I smiled. "Thank you for your offer, Uncle Ben," I said before sipping my soup. "With your beautiful looks, you can turn to the entertainment industry too," Uncle Alaric said, and I smiled. I wasn’t a fool to not know what Uncle Ben and Alaric were planning. They just want to introduce me to their sons and make me their chosen mate.

Ben immediately moved down the porch and disappeared among the trees. "Ben's friend?" asked Uncle Aksa, who still hadn't moved. "Yes, Uncle." I took in his appearance. It was hard to believe that this mature man near me was Ben's uncle. He still looked young with tight skin. Yes, a little shorter than Ben. "You know him?" "Rena's senior in college," I replied after seeing Ben pass by while running backwards and waving at me. Unique. It made me smile. Why would I try that? It's dangerous if you don't look ahead.