Miguel O'hara Spider Man Novels & Stories

“Thanks to this girl that I’m alright now.” That's when Oliver noticed Lucia standing behind Leysa. “Spider?! What the heck are you doing here?” Oliver exclaimed, fuming in anger. “Why?” Spider tilted her head to the left, quirking her eyebrow. “Is it prohibited for me to come here?” “You just cannot barge into anywhere as you please.” Oliver gritted his teeth, grabbing her arm, and squeezing it painfully tightly. “Don’t touch me as you please!” Spider slapped his hand off her. “Don’t forget that I’m an assassin. If I can unalive others, I can unalive you too.”

But recognition. Lucas bent down and pressed his forehead to Marco's forehead. "Hermanito," Lucas said softly. "I missed you." Miguel looked at Owen across the restaurant. His gaze was steady. Assessing. "So you're the one," Miguel said. His accent was thicker than Lucas's. His English is more careful. I'm Owen. I know who you are, Miguel said. "You're the one who quit his job." Owen didn't defend himself. There was no point.

Reid retorted. “Let’s set this straight. You thought it was a breaking-in? Like some type of Kyros-the-villain thing?” “It wasn’t?” Reid asked looking so confused. “It was a spider!” Maria said with a furrowed eyebrow. “A what? Hold on, that look doesn't go well with what you just said. You know you’re shitting me right?” “It was a spider, Reid. A goddamn spider!” “What?” he laughed unbelievably. “A spider?”

FIFTY FIVE ANDRES I sauntered into the dungeons to see Oliver trying to maintain as much dignity as he could as he sat on his haunches on the bare ground. He opened his eyes to cast me a full glare as I walked in and then rose to his feet; he wasn’t anything close to being the same height as me and so I looked down on him as he snarled. “Why is he not chained?” I asked Miguel. “I was waiting for your arrival; no use him fainting before the actual fun starts” Miguel announced.

“What’s funny?” “Spider isn’t a ‘she’,” Mac explained. Curtis, Dillon, and Luke blinked, and despite the gravity of the mess, the other men grinned as they watched the penny drop. “So… wait a minute,” Luke said slowly, since it was clear that Dillon and Curtis – both of whom rarely spoke at the best of times – were struck utterly mute. “So… so… Spider is a man?” “Yep,” Mac said. “Complete and total.” “And Spider is Ace’s ex? Ex… ex-partner?”

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

Walking towards him, his eyes snapped away from the interaction and quiet conversation Aunt Aurelia and Father were having to me. “Were you not also dismissed?” A boyish smirk appeared on his face and I stopped dead in my track, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I don't think it works that way, Oliver.” I tried not to think too much of the way he said my name. My eyes met his finally and he held my stare. I could sleep to the smell of Citrus and wood now. Internally groaning at how he managed to make me fall into a trance, Stella sneaked into my thoughts.

So although I wanted nothing more than to march into the cellar and strangle him to death, I was better off planning my moves. “First things first.” Spider nudged me, and for a momeht I wasn’t sure whether he knew what I was thinking because he knew me too much or if it was written on my face. “Miles.” “Right. That fucker.” I ran a hand through my hair. Spider had let go of him after my interrogation. It didn’t matter if he squealed, Curtis would never believe him. But if he could join forces with the Arcieros who believed him and they all came at me, it would not be easy to fight back.

The footsteps grew louder until a figure finally appeared. “Marimar, right?” the man said, making me frown. He had gray hair and wore a white mask that covered only his eyes. He was dressed casually in a sweatshirt and cargo shorts, but he was built, and I noticed a tattoo peeking out from his collar. Strangely, I was not afraid. I felt perfectly calm. I nodded. “It’s good to finally see you, Marimar Oquendo.” A small smirk touched his lips before he gave a formal, elegant bow. “Owen Knight.”

"Stai zitto! (Shut up)" "I have someone that can do this for us boss" one of them said and stepped out. "I am 100% sure he can get rid of Miguel without a trace. He is good at what he does" the guy said, and Rodriguez furrowed his brow. He went to sit and took his cigarette, he lit It and puffed out some smoke. "show me," he said. The guy brought his phone forward and showed him someone's picture. "His name is Spencer. He has never missed his target, and he does a clean job" the guy said.