Female Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Shanzy stepped to the front blabbering whatever shit she could get out her throat. Simone turned around to only murder her with her one look. Ashton who was more confused than before, blasted finally, "Why in the world are you people confusing me more than I am already? And what in the world are you all to appear out of nowhere? And dare you to say that you guys are playing Fantastic Fours, Human Torch; Johnny Storm and Invisible Women; Susan Storm?" "Omg! Sir, are you Chris Evan's fan? Please, can you get me his autograph?" Shanzy who was crazy for the Hollywood Superstar became excited suddenly.

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

She was thin, her dark hair streaked with premature grey despite looking no older than her late twenties, but her eyes held a fierce intelligence that captivity hadn't dimmed. "You're her," she breathed. "The Silver Luna. The one who freed the wolves at the Montana facility." Tears began streaming down her face. "We felt it, all of us felt it when you broke their hold. The guards, they became confused, disorganized. We saw our chance, and we ran." I moved toward her slowly, aware of Kane's protective presence at my back. "You're safe now," I assured her gently. "What's your name?" "Peta," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "Peta Thornton. I was taken from the Silver Creek pack twe

I tried gently, “don’t be mad. We couldn’t bring Peter with us. It would’ve been illegal. Do you want us to get arrested, baby?” She stiffened at the nickname but finally turned her eyes to me. “No—it’s not that, it’s just...” She trailed off, and something about her voice—cracked, but holding back—told me how much she cared for that weird little kid. Dad shifted slightly, his hand twitching toward her but stopping short. “Peter’s sick,” she whispered. “He has something rare. A neurodegenerative disease. They say he’s not got more than a few years left.”

I can’t force her out either because it’ll attract attention to us. “Christina please, for the love of God! Don’t let your fathers death go to waste.” I plead. Christina glares at me In such a way that shits me up immediately. “Please don’t do this!” She pleads. “Don’t worry, you're probably next in line.” Xavier says. We all watch as Peter is outnumbered and is laid back flat in his human form again. Completely naked. I feel so bad for him and Christina. She must be feeling horrible right now.

"President Parker, that woman insists on an audience," the desk attendant chimed through the comms, her voice tight. "I contacted Silvercrest Holdings to confirm her status. They verified she is indeed Alpha Ethan’s new chosen companion." I leaned back in my chair, staring at the blueprints for our new high-speed ice skates, and sighed. I set my tablet aside, the glow of the screen reflecting the exhaustion in my eyes. Down in the lobby of the Parker Industries den, I found Chloe Bennett waiting.

he said again. Assistant Peter looked like heaving a long sigh. He had no choice but to speak up. "This girl is named Puspa. She is the personal assistant of Miss Cyra," he explained. "You continue with your introductions. We'll go to the parking lot first. You go there in ten minutes from now. Be careful if you disturb us again!" Felix warned Peter. "Give me your hand, Honey. We'll head to the parking lot first," he said to Cyra and extended his hand to his wife.

Now I wonder if I hadn’t seen her for different reasons. *Mrs, Brown, where is Petra?* I open up a link between me and the head of the house. *I’m not sure Alpha,* She replies. *She may be at Erica’s.* Erica was Petra’s best friend, a squirrely looking little werecat. Her father is a warrior. A good one too. *Why don’t you know where she is? She is only eleven. Not sixteen.* I was a little blunt with Mrs. Brown, frustrated that she wouldn’t know where Petra was.

Sometimes, the bond of blood was simply impossible to deny. “My child...” Peter’s voice broke with emotion as he reached for her hand. At sixty-five, nothing could have moved him more than discovering he had a child of his own. It felt like fate had sent her to him at the lowest, most vulnerable point in his life, giving him something to hold on to and a reason to hope again. Just then, a black sedan pulled smoothly through the gates. Xena had arrived. She was dressed in black, with carefully done, understated makeup. She had come to have lunch with Peter, and to secure her place at his side.

He knew none of the other officers had managed to make friends with his partner. Donovan shook his head. “I know she isn’t particularly nice, but she hasn’t been excessively rude, either. It just seems like she is protecting herself, right?” Caleb nodded. “A fair assessment. Is it her pretty face that got you, then?” Peter seemed to consider that for a moment, then shrugged. “She is very attractive, but she’s smart, too. I heard she broke a really big case back in narcotics and she’s already a detective, even though we’re the same age.”