One Above All Spiderman Novels & Stories

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

“He also tried giving Little One a peanut butter sandwich and got pissed when she wouldn’t eat it.” “She’s fucking allergic!” Rave screamed making Jasmine flinch. “I’m sorry Trouble,” He instantly tried to calm down. “I’m just pissed that asshole did all that.” “I know,” She whispered, “It’s just automatic now, sorry.” “We will help you overcome that,” Daemon said softly. “What kind of father doesn’t know his children’s own life-threatening allergies, or any for that fucking matter?” Raze growled. “An ass like Mason,” Daemon sighed. “What was in the packet?” Raze asked.

Coffee spills over the edge sizzling as it meets the surface. “Tell her Daddy isn’t afraid " I state. "Tell her Daddy’s terrified and that’s exactly why he will come out on top.” Rosa gives a nod as if that’s the sole response that fits. Upstairs, the floorboards creak. Light footsteps. Bare feet on wood. Isla. We both stand still. At the foot of the stairs she shows up wearing her Spider-Man pajamas, hair tousled into a halo holding the stuffed bodega cat that Marco crafted for her. Tonight her eyes seem mature, for her youthful face.

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

I’m supposed to have fun, but to be honest, I’m bored. A guy steps out from the lounge. My attention is drawn to him because he’s so much taller than the other kids who are emptying the punch bowl. He’s wearing jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. When he turns his head and fixes his gaze on me, I recognize him from outside. He’s the driver of the Alpha Spider. His lips tilt as he scrunches up the cup in his hand and aims for the trashcan against the wall, throwing a perfect hit without taking his eyes off me.

Rasheed beams. The crowd is so excited and cheering like crazy. We walk down the stairs and Onyx is snatched out of my arms by my mom. “There’s granny’s sweet boy! Happy Birthday Onyx!” Mom coos. “We are going to look around and make sure everything is going okay.” Mom nods her head, and we turn to walk around the spiderman themed carnival. There are rides and carnival games. We even have a spiderman walking around doing some cool tricks for the kids. Overall, everything is going well. Rasheed and I play a few games and Rasheed wins Onyx, this huge stuffed spiderman, while I won a small little wolf.

“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.”

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

Mason being a ‘gentleman', went to meet her. “What is the issue? Anything I can help with?” “Oh, thank goodness. Do you have a Jack in your car?” “Yes, I do but we won't be needing that.” Mason said as he lifted the car from above the fenders with one hand and began fixing her spare tyre with the other. The lady was thrown into bewilderment as she watched Mason fix the tire. Seeing the lady was admiring his strength, he took off his shirt as if he was exerting so much energy. If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably.