Peter B Parker Pink Robe Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not the monster you think I am. You can go, like I said: go rest." Her appearance was worn, her eyes deep and her pallor was not something normal, but I let her go as she asked me to, and as I left the room I ran into Roberto, who was no doubt listening to the conversation as he walked down the hall. "So now you're going to deny that you're interested in Parkinson's daughter?" Roberto came over and smiled, patting me on the shoulder. "What would you do if you saw a woman falling in front of you? Would you let her die with a piece of glass stuck in her head, or would you help her? Do you think I am also the monster she thinks I am?"

This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit. 2Pac’s stride through the fire looked so effortless that he didn’t move like a robot. He looked like a shirtless guy encased in steel with a black bandana tied around his bald head. The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes.

There seemed to be nothing else. Robbie was different from other agents who cherished their lives. He never carried those adept secret weapons to preserve his own life. Robbie had always been upright, so he did not like the idea of keeping lethal weapons. He just kept some simple clothes and a mask. It made their image of Robbie incomparably radiant. The sisters suddenly let down their defenses and burst into tears.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

I called one of Peter’s apprentices. He ran towards my side, slightly bowing his head and waiting for my order. Bragging his well-toned biceps just wearing a ripped sleeveless shirt, knee level shorts and a high cut converse. I assume from his way of clothing he wasn’t able to join his gang in abducting Nate. While Peter and his other members are in an all-black leather concept. So classic gangster style if you ask me.

"P-P-Perhaps he was a repairman from elsewhere—" I let out a scoff, interjecting, "That's not all. Mr. Rowland is a lefty. He always uses his left hand whenever he smokes or holds onto his walkie-talkie. "However, the person in the photo is making a peace sign with his right hand. On top of that, Mr. Rowland has a dark burn scar on his wrist, whereas there's nothing on the hand of the person in the photograph." Peter turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with shock. He had finally realized that I was fully sane and lucid.

It was a text from Glenda. “Get away from the target immediately. It’s a set up, and I think Garrick is in on it.” Still trying to make meaning of it, another text came in with a photo attached. “This is your target isn’t he?” The photo was of Peter wearing a grey Italian suit, looking even more imposing as he stared out from a docked yacht. The text at the bottom of the picture sent tremors running down my spine. “That’s not Peter Portman, that’s Xavier Storm.”

The handkerchief, a simple piece of fabric, now held her hair together, adding a personal touch to her appearance. Lydia followed closely behind Parker, her eyes tracing the broad expanse of his back. He was thirty-two now, but unlike the other men she knew, her "Uncle Parker" seemed to exude an effortless strength and maturity. His tall, commanding presence was emphasized by his attire: a fitted t-shirt layered beneath a plaid shirt, paired with dark jeans and high-top sneakers. The casual yet sturdy outfit hinted at the strong muscles that must lie beneath, making him appear even more powerful and undeniably attractive. Every step he took seemed to resonate with a quiet confidence, a man w

Kimi scoffed. “True, but he looks totally different when he’s Clark Kent versus Superman,” Rose was still looking at her phone. I was about two feet away. Time to startle them. “So, you want Clark Kent, not Peter Parker, huh?” I asked, making Rose jump. “Dammit, Kam! Don’t sneak up on me!” She had turned around and smacked my shoulder. Kimi and I laughed at her. “What’s the story about?” I slid next to her and began to play with her hair.

Peter said as they gave him a weird look. "Come on, not that we are saving the earth from a falling asteroid, or Is your name, Peter Parker affecting you right now?" Alex said as they all laughed. "Come on guys! We are more than the spider man. We are!!! The Freaks!!!!!!" Peter yelled. His friends stared at him weirdly as he shrugged. "Ok, I guess not" he said. "Come on guys! Who wants pancakes?" Elena asked as they all screamed out of joy.