Homeless Peter Parker Ao3 Novels & Stories

I mean, is it even fine to call what's between us a relationship when there's no trust? I breathed in and out, then decided to give him the answer he was looking for. "Yes, if that makes you sleep better. Go ahead, think about me any way you want, it doesn't matter anymore." I switched my attention back to Alan, then continued. "Back to you, Alan, Peter turned out to be a hunter. He was one of the hunters who killed and kidnapped werewolves." Based on the similar outfit he had with a female that I killed previously. I was close to believing that there are still more hunters here - in New Orleans.

I said, trying to push him away, but his grip tightened. "Then his debt is now yours. What happened to ‘for better or worse’? How does the vow go?" Peter asked with a smirk. "Beats me, Boss. Never been married," Kenneth replied. "Smart man," Peter said with an evil smirk on his lips. Peter kissed the back of my hand, then slid his tongue between my fingers, showing me what he wanted to do to the rest of my body. I swallowed and breathed through my nose. He was scaring me, and he knew it. Peter was a loan shark who always made sure he got his money, and Thomas owed him over three million dollars. He held my wet hand to his cheek, rubbing it against his face.

“I hope you’re asking about me and not some other lover I’m going to have to battle with for the right to bed my fair lady.” “Really, Peter,” I scolded while Megan rolled with laughter. He raised a brow and then kissed my neck. “Just asking.” I put a cup in front of him as he sat at the table next to Megan and playfully squeezed her hand. I was extremely curious as to why she had to bring him home instead of him taking a cab, but I also didn’t want to change our topic of conversation. Peter spent a decade with the natives in Africa. I had no doubt he could prove useful in figuring out what was going on with the dead bodies come alive with spiders in their heads. I decided to broach the to

“Did I just do that? Anyway, I was just joking. Sometimes, I am so bored that the only thing that I cab think of is to fire my favorite assistant. Please take the house at the beach. I know you have always wanted it “he offered and Peter laughed internally. Now the devil kind was back and he had no idea what he was planning in that head of his. But as long as he wasn’t drinking himself to death then he was okay with whatever he wanted to do. As for Susan, he had no idea whether she was dead or alive only time will tell. Only time will tell if this evil man won’t snap his neck for lying that Susan was alive. “Have I ever told you that I love you? “Peter said cheerfully. That house will solve

She made her way to Mama Gracine’s orphanage and set herself down in her usual place to start selling the few fruits she had. The morning of the second day quickly warmed up and the streets filled with vendors and merchants going about their business. Alexa watched from under her hat as people passed by. And then there he was. Peter. He came from the direction she had last seen him go in and he walked with a man who was clearly very wealthy. Peter’s clothes had changed too. Alexa did not doubt that Peter had not been able to afford the clothes he wore. He had evidently been sponsored by the man who walked with him. Her blood ran cold as she realized who he was with. Breeger.

OSTARA’S POV Peter was pacing again, barefoot on concrete, gun hanging loose in his hand as if it no longer knew what to do with itself. The noise outside had fractured him completely. His thoughts were coming out in pieces now — apologies tangled with threats, memories misfiring, logic collapsing in on itself. “After everything I did for them. The houses, the money, the paid off loans, everything. They won’t even let me use a piece of the land that I GOT THEM.”

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

Peter hesitated before, but later opened his mouth to talk “He's brutal, wicked and doesn't listen. I'm only here because I couldn't pay my loan. He threatened to kill my household if I don't work for him” he said. “In everything you do, you should avoid him.” He warned her. “Well, I was handed his case file, so I don't think that's possible,” Avery said. They finally got to the other hallway, Peter suggested they rest as he's tired, his leg hurts so bad. Avery accepted but said for a few seconds.

James said “Where?” Peter asked “6 Mark street, it’s close to his place though, he said most of the tenants have moved out, so we will use the empty rooms” “Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter asked “Yes it is, no worries bro… just bring some booze” James said “Don’t forget to bring condom oh… I no won hear borrow me one” Kelechi added “No problem, I will meet you guys at the junction” Peter walked away. Ariana chatting on W******p with her friend Ezra

Lola smiled at him and grabbed his hand, “Well I don’t give a shit. I am sure you have a lot more to offer. There are more ways to be valuable and strong than only physical you know.” Peter smiled sadly, “Maybe in the human world but here brains do not matter.” Lola grunted, “For now I guess you are right. So, nobody talks to you since Dan broke your arm?” Peter hesitated for a moment, “I should probably not tell you this but there is one person that still talks to me. He gave me painkillers and checks if I am doing okay every once in a while.” “Sounds like a nice person. Who is it?” Peter looked straight into her eyes now and said, “Alpha Grey.”