Female Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Marvel argues with Parker, who is sitting on the ground with his daughter in his lap while Carli nurses Reese on the couch behind him. “Yes, and you are not my daughter’s mate,” Parker grumbles. “And you don’t ask multiple ladies on the same date. It’s rude.” “But Miss Stephanie says it’s okay,” Marvel juts his chin out defiantly. “Miss Stephanie is not my daughter,” Parker mutters, while Carli snickers behind him.

They always did. I let out a soft gasp when a pair of arms slipped around my waist, then relaxed instantly the moment I recognized the familiar hold. “Welcome to Rio de Janeiro,” he whispered near my ear before kissing it. “They say the hottest people in the world live here, but I think they got it wrong, because the hottest person I know came from Queens.” I rolled my eyes, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “Peter Parker or Daredevil?” “Not that hot red,” he laughed. “Scarlet Spider, actually.”

Someone was trying to get into his head. And unfortunately… it was working. He shifted slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from Karen’s cheek. She was too pale. Too fragile. This wasn’t the same woman who used to laugh loudly in his kitchen while spilling orange juice everywhere. Or the woman who once fell asleep on his shoulder in the middle of a movie and mumbled his name like it was her favorite word. This was a woman hunted. And it made something dark coil inside Peter’s chest. A knock interrupted the silence.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

Harvey York looked at the fierce woman full of interest and recognized her as the woman he saw on Durin in the morning. She was the woman who got the green card for The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets and complained on Durin about the lack of fresh air and freedom in Country H, Aurora Parker herself. Harvey squinted after seeing her show up. He felt a little pity, thinking that the world was so small. Harvey was fully prepared to make Yvonne Xavier blacklist this woman. She then showed up before him while making such a big ruckus.

"My idol, your son is too precious!" Tania noticed the commotion outside and saw the young girl who appeared to be underage. She blinked in surprise and turned to Peter. "Pete, weren't you looking for the Mystic Lifebringer? Why did you bring back a young girl?" "Oh, is this your wife? She's gorgeous! Hello, pretty lady! I'm Linda Holt," Linda chirped, waving enthusiastically at Tania. Tania offered a polite nod, then looked back at Peter. "Pete?" "That's Linda Holt, Saxon Holt's sister," Peter explained briefly before signaling Jeremy with a glance. "Ms. Holt will ride in your car."

Dominic parks across the street. I walk to the door alone. I knocked. The woman who opens it is not what I built in my head. I built something severe. Operational. The human equivalent of a closed system. Petra Adair is thirty-two, dark-haired, with the kind of face that is genuinely pleasant in a way that is also clearly useful for the work she's been doing. She has been crying recently. Not currently. The specific residue of it around her eyes. She looks at me. She looks past me at the car across the street.

Peter mentioned to his father who grew a confused look on his face. "The bouquets? Was there something wrong?" Mr. Callahan became concerned, he obviously took great pride in his work. It was Driz who reassured the man, "No, no the bouquets were exquisite, Mr. Callahan," she chimed in with a smile. 'Was that too kiss-ass-y?' Driz asked herself when she looked back at Peter's mother. The woman was slightly heavy and had lines around her thin pink mouth as she looked at the girl, her eyes green like her husbands, I wonder why Peter's are blue? Her hair had volume even as it laid flat on her back, it was barely graying at the roots but the rest was long and red, in the light, her hair would loo

As long as Peter stops antagonizing you, I can give him the entire Parker Group! Fia wiped her tears away. “You want to give away the company to someone else after spending most of your life building it? You’re going to become a joke. If your wife and your daughter find out about it, they’ll hate you too. Mr. Parker… You can’t be that selfish. I don’t want you to hurt your wife and daughter just because you want to make it up to me.” With that, she patted his arm and consoled him. “Stay positive. Everything’s going to be fine. Peter already said that he would give you the antidote if he can find proof you were innocent.