Homeless Peter Parker Ao3 Novels & Stories

he says, nodding his head. “Or you mean you are too busy fucking working on other people’s assignments to handle mine,” I snap, rising abruptly from my chair, towering over him. The next sound I hear is the unmistakable trickle of liquid hitting the floor, accompanied by the acrid scent of urine. “Disgusting,” I mutter, recoiling slightly. The stench is nauseating, and I fight the urge to gag. “I’ll have it ready for you, sir, by the end of the week. Please don’t... please don’t,” Peter pleads, tears streaming down his face as he clutches at my foot, his despair palpable.

But he hid that woman in his apartment, and cheated on her… Her entire life was a joke, from the moment she was born. She had no father. She had no love. It was all a joke. Peter looked at the eyes of the woman in his hands as their light slowly dimmed and her face slowly became bloated and red, his eyes filled with excitement. Suddenly, he heard something loud from behind. “Stop!” Several figures pounced on him, their voices filled with nervousness. But Peter continued to choke Fia as if he was possessed.

“It’ll sound perfectly believable. I’m sure they’ll put the handcuffs on him right away.” The sarcasm was so thick Karen could almost touch it. And worse—he was right. Who was she? An eighteen-year-old orphan, fresh out of the system, working the front desk at a hotel. And Peter? A Sterling. Rich, powerful, connected. He probably had half the Vegas police force in his pocket. Karen cringed, feeling tears threaten again. No, she wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of this man, who looked at her as if she were a complicated equation he was trying to solve.

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I tried to react, but Peter stopped me, with a gentle caress on my wrist. “Are you guys done?” His words were heavily accented, giving away his Asian heritage. “What do you—” “You know what, Mark Gwen, I had always considered you the luckiest man on earth, to have had the heart of Alyssa. But I bet I was wrong. As you are nothing but a coward… and you…” He turned to face Cassandra, whose face was now red with shock. “Are nothing but a club stripper.” I was still recovering from my shock at Peter’s outburst when he turned to me. “Let’s head to TI AMO cafe instead.” I nodded, as I let him lead me out with so much love and tenderness.

I slide my purse down my shoulder as I open the new text from Dex. DEX: Want me to come over for a while? My subconscious bites back at me, knowing my reply is everything but the truth. ME: No. I'm trying to focus on that project Mrs Walker gave us. "Is everything alright?" Peter asks beside me and I shut the screen. "Everything is. Where are we headed?" "You'll see. " He answers, drumming his fingers against the wheel as he drives down my street. ~ "Have you ever done this before?" Peter asks as he crouches before me to remove my shoes and I look around us at the other people moving across the ice. I drop my gaze to him again. "I haven't. "

He stands up and walks toward his room. "Senior, it’s okay to leave them alone together at this time." Jay asked Peter while grabbing his attention "Jay, I agree he has a short temper, but he is not a psychopath to hurt a woman." Peter said, shrugging his shoulder. _______________________ Aaron enters the password of his room to open the door. His eyes widened as his eyes captured something unbelievable! "Fuck!" Was the only word that came out of his mouth as he looks inside To Be Continued.

Beatrix looked away without a care. “You dare traumatize my little sis. You aren’t even sorry for what you did and you come here to insult me. What do you know?” Lavana bellowed after Peter had taken off his pants. Now he was left with his purple hat and his black Speedo. He quickly took off his hat and used it to cover his crotch area. “You… aren’t you an Omega?” “Yeah. But I’m a special one. You insult me again, I’ll burn your hat.”

Peter explained, “hope you are using condom with them?“ Fathia asked, “am not all that careless” Peter retorted, “that doesn't answer my question” Fathia said, “I always protect myself from unwanted pregnancy and from other related things” Peter said, “that Is good” Fathia said, and they stayed a while, and they stood up and walked to the roadside where Peter parked his car, and they entered Into the car, and he drove to his house, and he drives Into his compound, and parked at the entrance at the doorsteps to the living room, and two of then came out of the car, and they walked into the living room and they sat at the living room, and they headed upstairs, and they walked Into his bedroom,

Once Peter disappears among the trees, she turns back to her mother's memorial, placing her palm against the cool stone one last time. "I wish you were here to guide me," she whispers. In the shadows of the forest, Peter leans against a massive oak, his heart pounding. He pulls out his phone, scrolling through the group chat Milton mentioned. His fingers tighten around the device as he reads message after message, each one more cruel than the last. His packmates are betting on Clover's exile or humiliation, treating her pain as entertainment.