Homeless Peter Parker Ao3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 57 Torn Hearts Peter sat in the plush lounge of Tiffany’s mansion, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, the weight of regret and confusion heavy on his shoulders. Life felt like it was spiraling out of control. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Aurora. Tiffany. His own choices. Everything had gotten so... complicated. “Everything is just fucked up,” Peter muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with sadness. He raked his fingers through his messy hair, sighing deeply. “I need a drink… something to take the edge off.” He stood up, feeling a new resolve wash over him. “I just need to get high, forget all of this... if only for a little while.”

A player from their team peter came and sat next to Gary. He looked at Gary with lustful eyes. Seeing Gary in this state was really turning him on. Peter is the gay that no one knows off. But seeing Gary like that and everyone in their own world he can't resist the temptation. “Hey buddy, you feeling, okay?” peter asked Gary while putting his arm around his shoulder. “Never better” Gary gave him his best smile while slipping out of his hold. Peter didn’t back off. He spiled some of his beer on Gary making it look like an accident. “oh god….am sorry” peter took a napkin and start to wipe his crouch area “I am really sorry let me help you”

Blood is pooled around his body, a loud scream escapes her mouth and she falls on her knees by him and starts trying to turn him around. Daniel stares at all the mess blankly and slowly approaches the shop. “You did this.” Peter comes up from the stairs looking all black and blue. Daniel stops himself from entering the shop and stands outside the door silently watching him. “You did this to us!” Peter walks to Antony and slowly tries to pick him up. “Why are you saying that Peter? What happened here?” Cheyenne cries frantically while helping him pick Antony up. “A bunch of men came looking for him they said he murdered someone and ran from the asylum. When we denied knowing him they started

Heavy breathing, loud grunts, bodies entangled to one another until they both shattered in the most intense climax and Peter was falling deeper and deeper with his Italian man. "I love you..." Peter finally whispered his words as he drifted off to sleep peacefully in his arms. Paolo kissed his shoulder and he spooned him from behind knowing that he would do whatever it takes to have him, at least until he decided to leave him. Like they always do... His thoughts wander to all the lovers he has lost before, all the love that he gives with nothing in return. But Peter is different, he may stay? Yeah right... He kept on thinking while pulling his body closer to him, inhaling his scent, taking i

The sound was low and satisfied. “I told you…” he said, leaning back in the chair while Cerene continued dabbing at his bruises. “Behave… and I will spare you.” Cerene smiled triumphantly, her hand resting on Peter’s knee. “See? He always knows what’s best.” I slipped my phone into my pocket. My hands were steady. I looked at Peter directly. “You really think this changes anything?” Peter smirked, wiping his own mouth again. “It changes everything. You’re not going anywhere today. Or tomorrow. Not until you remember who you belong to.”

Seeing Peter's intentions, Brian narrowed his eyes: "So?" Peter: “I'm so sad, I can't compose. So you tell my boss I can't compose this month." … Over the next few days, Brian discovered that Peter was not at home. He called and asked, “Where are you?” On the other end of the line, Peter's voice was already drunk: "I'm drinking alcohol, don't disturb me." Then hang up the phone. Brian: “…” He would soon die for this artist, wanting the manuscript to kneel at his feet, begging him. Not sure why young girls like Peter Wayne.

"Not buying it. Or better yet, I think we aren't the correct mash-up." "Answer me this much." At least for now. "What is it that you want out of this sort of relationship? Why are you doing this?" "Honest answer, or the bull you'd like to hear?" "The hell does that even mean?" "It means..." Standing up, she walked around the coffee table and kneeled at my feet. Motherfuck, I was hard as steel within seconds. Throbbing behind the zipper of my dress pants. "That I'll do whatever it takes to secure my future, but play the role of a mistress. The purpose of that website is not to find a prostitute, Mr. Parker. Large cities have alleyways and certain roads for that."

Lucian added opening the door to the room and revealing the smiling Peter who was standing there shamelessly, “This jerk doesn’t make it any easier for me to digest his presence by her side,” “Woah, you were there…” Haden said stepping back, “How did you know?” “Just felt like he was there…” Lucian trailed off. “As expected, I knew that there was something amazing about you,” Peter said with a cheerful voice and Lician sighed. Dealing with Peter was tiring. The man was tiring to deal with, he was going to ask Thea for advice, since they were going to be stuck together until this case is resolved. “Don’t feel down guys. You can consider me their gay friend…” Peter announced and Lucian glared

The ones who didn’t actively kick him when he was down were already showing more humanity than most. If he was going to start over, it would have to be somewhere new. Staying here would only invite more ridicule and humiliation. When Peter didn’t respond, Adora assumed he was unwilling. She didn’t press, only giving a faint smile. “You can think it over and give me an answer later. That’s all for today.” Then she turned to her husband. “Let’s go home.” They had just taken a step when Peter blurted out, “Alright! I’ll write the IOU—consider it a loan from you. As for leaving Capital City… fine. I didn’t want to stay here anyway.”

My body moves fast than my brain, Peter is caught off guard and I easily slip from his rough grip. Something hot passes on top of my hair. Peter's body is detached from mine and he falls. My legs are shaking, I can barely move. I stare down between my legs and I realize am standing on a pool of blood and Peter is dead.