Uncle Ben What Happened Idk Novels & Stories

Did he leave Southampton and go to New York forever? It was evening already and Cara was just about to help with dinner when the doorbell rang. Uncle Joe opened the door but Cara froze in her tracks seeing a haggard and worried Ben Duncan at her doorstep. “Uncle Ben?” A feeling of dread clutched at her heart seeing him all of a sudden. Was everything alright? “You need to come with me, Cara. Pack up some essentials as quickly as possible,” said Uncle Ben in a distraught tone. “What’s going on, Cara? Who is this man?” asked a worried uncle Joe. Cara introduced uncle Ben to her uncle and aunt.

“Barry, you’ve never treated me as family. And don’t say you know nothing about my car accident. Even if all the evidence was wiped clean, it doesn’t mean none exists.” Only then did Barry suddenly realize—Benjamin could already stand and walk. “Uncle, you can walk again.” Benjamin inclined his head slightly. “I won’t be crippled for life.” With that, he turned and left slowly. Barry’s eyes, dark with murderous intent, followed his uncle’s retreating back. Heh… Uncle, you escaped once, but there will be a next time, won’t there? He slowly walked toward the nearby club. His men had already uncovered who his father’s mistress was.

He looked at me with sad old eyes and I tried hard to remember who he was but I could not wrap my mind around it. “ I can sense your confusion and I promise to explain everything to you. I am your uncle, Uncle Benjamin.” he smiled at me and the memory hit me quickly. I remember who he was. Uncle Benjamin had been my favorite uncle when I was younger. The only uncle who bothered to stay behind and play with me, the only one who cared for me as a person and not a tool for their material advancement. He used to talk me to soccer games and cinemas and different places I could not begin to recall. But that had been a long time ago. My father told me my uncle had moved to someplace far away and th

Eager to meet who, as if I rolled my eyes. Uncle Ben’s laughter echoed through the table, oblivious to the small war happening beside him. “Adrian, you must meet my wife, Angela. And these are my nieces, Lily, Ava and where’s that brother of mine?” Uncle asked looking around for My dad “He must have gone off somewhere to drink” I whispered in his ears “That brother of mine, when exactly will he grow up?” My uncle asked shaking his head “Never” I murmured to myself. Thankfully Uncle Ben didn’t hear that otherwise I would be receiving lectures on how he's my father and all.

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.

“Why? What happened?” There was a slight pause before the assistant replied, “He… just received terrible news about his father’s death.” The words sank into the room like a stone dropping into deep water. Chelsea’s breath hitched. “What? Where is he now?” “He’s at his house,” the assistant answered gently. “Alone. He said he doesn’t want anyone around at the moment—he needs space.” For a brief second, Chelsea stared at the floor, the shock and heaviness of the news settling over her. But then she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet with sudden resolve.

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

Caleb on the other side collapsed in the chair behind him. “You bitch, you've put us in trouble, that's my uncle and he has a bad temper,” he said, having found his tongue after such a long time.

Everyone immediately stopped talking when they saw both of us make our way into the space. It was as if they never expected that the demon Prince could show up. Adrian was the most shocked. "I thought you said your uncle wouldn't show? What is he doing here?" Camilla cried. Despite my constant tremors from getting drenched in the rain, I lifted my head high and stared straight ahead. Perhaps, I could survive this after all. Perhaps I could succeed at taming the Demon Prince. Perhaps the rumors were all lies to mislead people. There were too many 'perhaps' in my head and I was desperately hoping that they could all be true. I had bad luck with these types of things but I still hoped.

“I will let it go when I discover who murdered my parents and why they did.” Elizabeth sighed. “I won’t stop you.” “Thank you. Do you mind if I ask something?” “Go ahead.” “What killed Uncle Ben? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.” “He woke up one-morning complaining of a severe headache. He took medications, but the headache continued for days. The doctors couldn’t figure out what it was. They wrote it off as stress. Then one night he slept and never woke up.” She cut the story short.