Peter B Parker Pink Robe Novels & Stories

"Maybe in the woods out there." "Let's just go to our room. I'm not up for that." Lavana took her little sis back to their room where they soon started watching Tv. *** 30 minutes later. The door to the room opened and Peter (now wearing a white robe embedded in rubies as design) walked in with his golden sceptre in hand. "Hello ladies, good evening." he greeted before coming inside further. "How did you enter the pack?" Lavana questioned. "I can hide my presence, hehe. Aren't you happy to see me here?"

But deep down I know Mr Xavier doesn't wants me to be his personal assistant cause he likes me, this is about his stupid ego that can't let the drink incident go If he want revenge he ain't gonna get it. I can't wait to see my pay. Pari's pov I walk towards my mirror hanging beside my makeup table checking out my reflection for the fourth time this morning. "Hello there sexy." I greet my self as I checkout my dressing, which is a blue ripped jeans and a light blue T-shirt that says 'sexy bitch' I know its totally my style. "Let's go get some bitches." I wink at the mirror then make my way downstairs.

Peter had gone out that night to get pizza for dinner,he went Into the shop, got his pizza and smoothie,and headed back into his car. Unfortunately for Natasha, Peter saw her in front of the black Smith's house dressed up in a black jogger pants, black face cap, black T -shirt, everything she had on was black except her white canvas. A young vibrant man came out of the building, putting on a brown shirt and a black pants , Peter couldn't recognize his face because he wasn't familiar. He had an envelope on his right hand, he came out of the building and he headed straight to Natasha who was standing in front of her front door bending her heads low.

We stopped in our tracks as the man turned to show his face. He was none other than Aldrich. He was wearing a black t- shirt with white pants. He removed his sunglasses as he perceived that we are looking at him, and made his way towards us. "What are you doing here bro?" Peter asked. "Why? Am I not a human?" "No" I blurted out which captured the robot in the clothing of human's attention "I mean yes" I smiled sheepishly. "Aren't we getting late for the movie now?" He asked making me and Peter gasp at the same time.

"Come on in," she said, backing up into the house. As Peter stepped forward to shake my hand, I sensed Erika behind me take her turn to pause. Peter was wearing loose, knee-length gray cargo shorts, but the pause had to be for the shirt. It was a white cotton, button-down, short-sleeved camp shirt that looked about a size too small. At least the arms and shoulders were too small. It was unbuttoned halfway down, giving a broad view of a waxed smooth chest. 'Jesus, he waxes his chest?' I thought with a sudden competitive twang.

All he wears is a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants -- somehow, that only makes him hotter. However, something bizarre catches my attention. The stranger is glowing a faint, sparkling pink.

he asked softly, and I almost melted to earth’s core with his voice alone. I looked up at his magnificent face and noticed he was casually dressed in a white Fendi polo shirt and sports shorts and a pair of designer custom tennis shoes. The air almost abandoned my lungs by how much I longed for his touch again, but it was as if I was struck by lightning when I found the redhead next to him, wearing matching clothes. I moved away immediately. “I’m fine, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry.” I looked away from his magnetizing gaze and headed on to my actual destination, but he caught my arm and brought me back.

How strong were those pain meds Seba gave me? Minutes later, he handed me a dress—a midnight black gown that covered me completely, save for the vibrant pink cast encasing my arm. "Do you like the colour?" I asked Sam with a grin when I turned my elbow around in front of the mirror. He stood behind me, zipping up my dress, and caught my gaze with raised eyebrows. He then stepped side, and showed me the handkerchief that was in the breast pocket of his suit. Hot pink. My own eyebrows shot up. No freaking way. Satan was wearing something pink?

Parker swallowed the last gulp of his drink before placing the empty glass back on the dark wood of the desk, careful to avoid the papers. "I'm not requesting access to all of the rogues. I would only be going after the one who participated in my death. Maybe all three of the wolves who had attacked me, if they are all present." Parker looked amused at my statement as he clasped his hands together over his stomach with his elbows remaining on the arms of the chair.

Parker ranted at him while reaching his hand to stand him up. "What do you mean near death?" the guy asked while rubbing his butt. As he stood up full on his legs, he got taller an inch than the two boys with a little less muscular bodies. Vance had paler skin than the rest and golden brown hair. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as some magical stone. He was dressed in a half sleeves blue T-shirt showing off his biceps with black jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had a pendant on his neck, and his fingers were filled with rings.