Uncle Ben Spiderman Novels & Stories

“The police are here to take your statement. Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson. I hope you do not mind. I spoke up quickly before Jaxson said another word. “No, doctor, please allow him to rest; he needs rest and not noise. “Ok, Ma’am. If you say so. Everyone was gone at the award and it was just me and Jaxson smiling at each other. “Thank you for speaking up for me, Jane. It means a lot to me. I can't begin to explain how you make me feel whenever I'm around you. My reply to Jaxson was just a smile. I had no words for I was still curious to know who those people were and who Mr. Ben was. “Who is Mr. Ben? “He is my uncle, my late father’s oldest brother. He wants 50 shares of the company, which is totally

“I just… I just wanted to be with her…” he whispered. “My uncle… he… he promised me I’d be her hero if I could just keep her safe from the rogue attack…” “Your uncle?” I asked. “Who the fuck is your uncle??” “Beta Ron,” Spencer stammered, the information spilling out of him like a broken faucet. “Alpha Levi’s Beta… he’s my uncle. He told me that if I wanted Judy, then I had to do what they said…so I did…I got her away from the pack just before the attack… I kept her safe…”

Benny skipped along while holding his Aunt's hand as they strolled in the mall. The last time that he was here, his grandfather had taken him for a movie and hot cocoa treat. Winter was just beginning then and his grandfather was still in good health. Megan needed to get a new set of clothes for Benny whose birthday was coming up and he had specifically asked for a Spiderman birthday concept. He may be mature for his age but he was still a child after all.

“Mum, if you miss us so much, why can’t we go back to our old apartment and live together like before? Or… you could come stay here with us and Uncle Damon.” His question stabs me right in the chest, but I kneel down to his level, keeping my voice steady. “I’m helping Uncle Damon fix something very important at his company, and that means I have to stay away for a little while. But I promise, it won’t be forever.” Christian seems to think about this, then holds up his Spider-Man figure. “You’re Uncle Damon’s superhero, right?” I smile at him, touched by his words. “Yes, something like that.”

Unclen Ben was shocked to see his daughter unexpectedly arrived. "Papa," they embraced each other tightly. "Come inside quickly," Uncle Ben blurted out. "Who is this little pretty boy with you?" Uncle Ben wonderedly asked. "Your grandson Papa, his name is Henzo," Uncle Ben was stunned staring at the little boy then Shasha. "You got married? Why didn't you tell me?" Uncle Ben randomly asked. "I'm not married Papa. Come Henzo give grandpa a hug. Henzo ran to Uncle Ben and hugged him. Uncle Ben suddenly bursted into cry.

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

"If I go down, isn't that better for you? The illegitimate son, the scandal—if I look like a mess, you look like the victim." "Because you're my brother," Liam said. The word hung in the air. Marcus looked away. He looked at the bookshelf. First editions. Art books. A signed copy of a Frank Lloyd Wright monograph. "Uncle Marcus!" The shout came from the hallway. A missile in Spider-Man pajamas launched itself into the room. A boy. Seven years old, maybe. Dark hair. Wild energy. He skidded to a stop in front of the coffee table, staring at Marcus with wide, unblinking eyes.

"If I'm even thinking about anyone right, it's your uncle fucked me so hard that he made me forget you ever existed." The words "your uncle"alone was enough to hit Neven where it hurts like a bullet. His eyes widened, fury flashing across his face as he shouted, "What?!" while Olivia gasped, her hand flying to her chest, eyes wide. Neven froze. His face went pale and I took another step closer, close enough for him to feel the venom in my voice. My voice dropped to a quiet, whisper-smooth, sharp, and cruel tone, "I fucked you uncle Neven." Before I continued, "And funny thing is," I said, "He actually knew what he was doing. I didn't have to ask what I liked. Didn't need me to fake a single

He pursed his lips slightly at the word vampire, then he sighed. # "Uncle Ben is still not back from his hunting trip?" Miranda asked, while moving around the kitchen, and washing the dishes she and aunt May shared breakfast in. "Trust me honey, your uncle is not coming back until he catches what he's looking for." Aunt May replied, knowing very well that her mate was nowhere near returning. When Alpha Asher requested that her mate go to him, Ben had given her a heads up.