Novel & Cerita New York City Spider Man

“Come on, I knew the way to get there. I have more experience in pathfinding than you.” Once I conceded to clinging on his back, he began to jump from tree branch to tree branch. “So, you’re like Spider-man?” “Like the hero from your era?” “Superhero,” I corrected, “but, yeah.” “I’m the original and much better and more charming,” he boasted. “Does that mean your webs come out from your hands or your butt?” I asked out of curiosity. “Like all spiders do.” “From my mouth, when I’m human.” “Oh.” I paused to realize that his web had stuck on me from that last hunt. “Ew.”

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.

The walls were dirty with black footprints and traces of graffiti everywhere. There was also a small black spider diligently weaving its web in the corner. Sienna squatted on the ground and watched the little spider weave its trap little by little. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the iron door. It sounded attractive and pleasant to the ear, and it also sounded a little playful— “People are busy convicting you, yet you can still leisurely watch a spider weave its web?” Sienna turned her head and saw that the man outside the iron gate was none other than Harry, with his hands leisurely tucked in his pockets.

Her gaze was still outside staring into the city, and her mind far away from where she stood, but there was a knock on the door, and the knock broke her out of her reverie. She turned, her eyes narrowing slightly as she walked over to answer it. “Who is it? How may I help you?” she asked, standing by the door. “It's Spider, boss.” The person replied from the other side. And unconsciously, a small smile broke out of her cold face as she thought about Spider. He was her personal Investigator, he had been so for the past years. He was skilled at what he does, tracing people and their actions and getting people to get rid of them and cleaning up his tracks.

After drinking, I set the glass on the sink and caught a glimpse of a book Xavier told me that was from my mom. I opened the book and saw a Spider-Man sticker on the first page. I smiled at it but I don't know why. I assumed because I just thought it was cute but there was something in my mind that recalled a feeling whenever I look at it. Suddenly I heard a little boy's voice in my head. Spider-Man is much cooler than Superman!! I turned to the spot beside the refrigerator where I can see a little boy holding up two stickers. I eyed him for a second, trying to decide was he real or was I starting to go crazy. Something about him reminds me of someone.

Avyaan slurred. I felt like hitting his head with a baseball bat and bring him back to his senses, but I couldn't do that ofcourse. "You cry for Nisha, meanwhile, Spider will take over the entire underworld, kicking you out from power," I scoffed. The moment I said that, Avyaan looked at me. His look spoke the lengths of shock he was in. "What? What did you say?" He questioned me. "Yes! Spider got one of the biggest deals from a human trafficking racket. They're going to provide humans at much cheaper rates than us, and thus it would double his profits and power," I informed him.

Chapter Seventy-Seven Camilla’s POV The days were passing by fast and Rory still hadn’t returned to school yet because I hadn’t made a decision. The plan was to go to New York for Jason’s birthday and then figure out if I wanted to stay there or return to California. We went to the store last night to get a gift for Jason. Rory asked me to get Spider-Man themed toys because that was what Jason liked. We were on the plane to New York. I didn’t tell anyone that I was arriving that day, not even my grandpa or Skye.

Jack decided. The others nodded in agreement. "Yup," Miaka said, taking a few steps away from the huge spider and her web. "But what about the guy inside the web?" "What guy?" Kai said, looking up and down along the strands of silk. A body sat between the two trees, completely wrapped up in silk like a human burrito. "Oh." "Help me!" screamed the wrapped man. "Please save me, she is going to eat me!" She wasn't going to eat anyone. Not after Kai was through with her. He ran up the web, using the tendrils to get foot holds. The spider turned its head, trying to snap at Kai with her giant fangs as he kicked her squarely in her giant jaws.

In return, she would get a cut of whatever I built out of it. My calls came at a point when she was hungry, tired, and frustrated, and she was only too quick to grab the bait and deliver. Within weeks of dwindling finances, several loans and gadget acquisitions, we soon had dirt on half the city’s underbelly. It was being the Spider all over again, this time with a Black Widow. And I knew everything. I knew who was skimming from their bosses, taking the chances to line their pockets. I knew who was snitching to the investigators and betraying their family. I knew who was desperate for cash and languishing in dire need of it. I had the new city in my hands.

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."