Emma Frost Reads Spidermans Mind Novels & Stories

“Ready?” “Yeah, but we gotta get goin. I got the new Spider-Man comic from the Pharmacy the other day. The one where he fights Sandman for the first time? I wanna read that before we cut fatso Wilkins’ yard . . . ” *** before we cut fatso Wilkins’ yard . . .

He growled… “I’ll never tell you. You can kill me but just know that you’ll never know their faces” She said while choking… *Why can’t I read your mind?* He wondered. He threw her away and she hit the wall and fell down groaning in pains…. “You’re really lucky that you’re useful to me” He spatted and vanished into thin air… ___________________________________ After washing the dresses, Ameliah was now sunning the dress when suddenly she felt someone wrap huge arms round her waist.

Shamira had apparently jumped twenty feet straight up and was clinging to a tree. "What happened?!" he asked, looking around for whatever must have attacked her. "Spuh . . . spider," she stuttered, looking around frantically. Shane and Banshee just stared at her. "Giant evil spider?" Shane asked, trying really hard not to smirk. "From space?" Banshee asked calmly, defying the rumors that she had no sense of humor. "From hell?" She looked around. Squinting, she was able to see a web nearby with a garden spider attempting to repair one of its anchor lines. "Poor baby!" she cooed as if she were talking to her grandchild. "You scared her!"

“I can’t read his mind, Spider. He’s a black hole right now.” “He’s Eli. Not a black hole. Just... bruised. Big difference.” I rolled my eyes. “You got a psychology degree I don’t know about?” “Only when dealing with emotionally constipated spies like you.” “Oh my god. You are the worst.” “And yet here you are. Drinking with me in a club instead of calling your therapist.” “You think I can afford a therapist?” “You think I’d be here if I had better hobbies?” I groaned and grabbed a fry. “You’re impossible.”

This scary dude does have a sense of humor. “Got a name, Spider Monkey?” He says with a cheeky grin. “Ciara, but everyone calls me CJ. You?” I reply. I hold out my hand for a handshake. “I’m…” he pauses for an unnoticeable split second. “Owen. I’m Owen.” He grabs my hand and shakes it gently. Subtle sparks tingle through our touch, and I momentarily lose my ability to breathe. ‘MATE!’ Ember abruptly chimes in. She is up, wide awake and prancing around in my head.

“Don’t change the subject, boss. And no—I’m sorry, you’re not going to see me dance.” “Haha! Fine… I’m scared of spiders. No—terrified.” “Even tiny spiders?” Amara burst out laughing when Xavier nodded. “Who knew the great Xavier Peralta was scared of harmless spiders?” She teased. “Harmless, my foot. Spiders are scary—their many legs, their eyes. Just thinking about them makes my skin crawl. Want to hear something new?” She nodded. “I missed you… I think you charmed me or something. I couldn’t focus on my work because I kept thinking about you.”

Letting Peter have the ashes. Maybe Mark was right. Maybe stubbornness had finally killed me. The jet’s engines hummed on. The cabin lights buzzed faint. I sat there in the kind of hollow silence that doesn’t end. Then— A soft chime from my phone. I opened my eyes, barely caring, barely willing to look. And froze. One new email. From: Ostara Beaumont.

"Mommy, is that the princess lady?" Vanessa smiled. "Yes, sweetheart. That's Miss Mabel." Liam ran over, his costume cape flying behind him. Up close, I could see his eyes, deep brown, sparkling with joy. My eyes. Or maybe Ethan's. I couldn't tell anymore. "Hi, Princess Mabel!" He was breathless with excitement. "I'm Spider-Man today!" "I can see that." I knelt down to his level, my voice surprisingly steady. "You make a very convincing Spider-Man."

I feel the last bit of darkness fizzling out of it … Justin’s eyes widened with surprise and confusion. I turn to look to my side, searching the crowd. Then I spot him. Arkham is standing only a few feet away from the sparring ring. His hands are at his sides, and he has a deep frown on his face. Our eyes connect, and I throw the pendant at him. He catches it in the air with one hand. He studies it, and then our eyes meet… this feeling… so strong… My mind feels like it is spreading. A strange sensation comes over me, like a knock in my mind… Morganite lets our walls down and his voice enters my mind.

I can give up on the job, but I can't leave these people I love most! With this thought, I deliberately looked helplessly at Daniel and Mom, trembling nervously all over. I saw their originally angry expressions soften, and Mom stepped forward to hold me, comforting me constantly. "Don't be afraid. We'll take Victoria to the hospital right now. Calm down. I know you wouldn't do something like that." Suddenly, as if remembering something, I broke free from Mom's embrace and said loudly, "I learned a folk remedy that might help Victoria!" With that, I ran quickly toward the outhouse and looked at the filth on the walls with flickering eyes.