Female Peter Parker Novels & Stories

She was gone. “She needs time to think. The offer is too much for her.” “Ludicrous, more like it. I think she thinks I’m nuts,” Jayden said, lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “Maybe.” “So tell me about her,” Jay began, setting down his cup. “What is she like?” “Sweet, innocent, and loyal,” Peter said. “There, I’ve summed it all up for you.” Jay narrowed his eyes. “Very funny, Pete. Has she had any boyfriends before?”

The name Dmitri gave me is Petra. Not Damon's sister. The other Petra, the one who has been at the compound's communal table for months, the senior crew member whose last name I have had on a personnel file since she was contracted eighteen months ago and whose history I ran through standard checks and found clean. She is thirty-two years old, raised alone by her mother in a city four hours from here. She came to the compound because the affiliate network had a position and she needed work.

If her back side is as full as her front side then she'd be said to have an hour glass shape. "Hmm, am here to see Mr Xavier." I reply putting on my signature fake smile. "And you are.?" She ask eyeing me distastefully. It isn't my fault I look more prettier than you. "Am Stephen Pari, his new personal assistant." I smirk, heads high. Trying to play cool. I always pay cool. "So which floor?" "Tenth floor, bitch." She reply, saying the last word under her breath. But I still heard it.

She flicked a pea at me and said, "Yeah, you know, just relax and watch N*****x. I knew you were old but I didn't know you were that old." I was offended that she would say something like that to me. I mean, I may be old, but being a shifter I aged slowly. I tossed the pea back at her. "I'll show you old." I zipped about the table at lightning speed and picked her up into my arms. I was so fast that she didn't even have time to react. I held her close and whispered into her ear, "You may be fast, but I'm faster." She reacted with a giggle. "Using panther powers doesn't count. You're still old."

"She's no sister. She is death in human form." "Poor woman. She cared about that family, but the biological daughter never cared at all!" "I think she did it on purpose. That fake concern for her parents means nothing. She should be arrested and thrown in jail!" "I found her name—Evangeline Parker. Don't let her walk free." Some people soon found my personal information, and they sent me threats by the hordes. I felt broken, while my conscience had been shredded to bits. My body and mind were drained and exhausted both.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

, he pauses to take another puff out of the cigarette. “We reach here and realized that she also called the commissioner so he sent his guys too, we arrive here and realize it’s this woman, Emberlynn, the daughter of Smith, she was drinking heavily so she was bleeding, the ambulance came a few minutes later and they said she was pregnant”, I hear Aria gasp beside me but I don’t turn or even acknowledge it.

Peter replied with a smile, though his face was streaked with tears. "Is something wrong?" Serenity asked, concerned. "Uh, no! Nothing," he said quickly, wiping at his tears. "Doesn't look like nothing… Do you want to talk?" "Not really… To be honest, I don't even know who you are," Peter said, eyeing her with confusion. "Well… I'm Serenity Bartz, daughter of your best friend, Marcus Bartz—and now, wife of Alden Palmer. Your son…" Serenity explained as clearly as she could.

“And fuck you for stabbing me in the back. She’s a fucking kid. She hasn’t lived yet and you ruined everything.” “She’s not a fucking kid. She stopped being that a long time ago. She’s smart, strong and knows how to take care of herself, and you need to start getting used to that.” Peter kicks me on my ribs again and I grunt in pain. “Stop being a fucking dick. I care about her, okay? I care about her like I’ve never cared about any woman in my life. Hell, like I never cared about any person. This is serious. I’m serious about her, Peter. You’ve known me for decades and you know I haven’t been with any woman since Anna.”

She immediately got off the bed, abandoning any sort of cover and letting her full supple breasts dangle as she hurried to the man's side and shielded him. "Y-You will never hurt a woman," she stuttered. "Besides, this is all your fault." "My fault?" I asked, my brimming anger threatening to spillover. "It is my fault that you fucked another man?! A lesser man than me?!" "A richer man than you," she retorted. "This is Peter. One of the leaders of the rogue werewolves and he has made a fortune with them." My eyes widened. "You fucked a rogue?! And Peter?! He's a fucking criminal!"