Peter Parker Best Friend Novels & Stories

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

One particular thing about Peter most people don't notice is the fact that he was a good stylist. I learned a lot from his perception of style and I was certainly incorporating them. Oh! And In case you don't know, Peter is my best friend, and his advice and moral support have been what kept me this far. "Hey man, I am off to a date with Natasha" Of Course that is where he was going. Peter was a love-sick guy and the fact that he was blessed with such a naturally endowed lady, made me jealous. You are so pathetic being attracted to someone else's girlfriend other than yours I heard my subconscious comment.

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

“We’re still best friends, right?” He smiled at that, relieved. “Of course.” But inside, I wasn’t smiling. Inside, I was breaking. Peter went back to packing while I stood there like a ghost. I watched him fold his shirts and seal another box. He looked happy moving away like I was a problem he wanted to leave. “So,” I finally asked, “what’s he like?” Peter glanced up. “His name’s Daniel. He’s funny, smart… kind of serious sometimes. You’ll like him.”

He trapped him "No way, it's your matter, go and sort it out." "Let go, bastard, this is my car. Don't hug it like it's your girlfriend." Aaron shouted at him "This is also my car. I’m your employee, and damnit, I’m your best friend, bastard." Peter said, grabbing the car tighter. "The best friend never refuses to help, so go." Aaron hit his leg on Peter's butt. As a result, Peter's unstable body slips ahead.

He rolls his eyes as he says, “You’re no fun, Peter. Well, I’m here. We have a lot to talk about.” I watch as the door opens, and it is William who enters, sitting on the single sofa in front of me. With William, we have the implicit deal that outside the house, he calls me boss, Mr. Bennett, or king, depending on whether we are with our people or with the humans. But inside the house, he calls us Peter and Parker since he grew up with us. He is my best friend. The three of us used to get into trouble, getting into mischief. He was always the mastermind of evacuation plans. Remembering those times makes me smile.

This had to be one of my dumb brother's games to get on my nerves. I knew Damon. He has always been up to no good and would work at creating mischief at every chance he gets. It had always been my call to fix his mess all along. Even when he went extreme and hurt people. But then, Peter was his close ally. They were practically an inseparable duo compared to everyone else. When I look at one person, I always see the other following closely. Why on earth would he choose to bring up something that he knew was still sensitive to his buddy?

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.

Stopping meant that my mind would have to work and that would mean thinking about Isabella and my family that I had left back in Fort Haven, Los Angeles. “You’ve been more of a distraction for the past fifteen minutes. You’re the one who’s going to get me killed, because with your yapping, I might drop the barbell on myself.” I said breathlessly. “That means I’ll be doing you a favor and helping you get there faster.” Phil said with a shrug. Phil is my closest friend and teammate here and he’s the only one who knows that I haven’t left the private gym room since my arrival. He’s the only one who knows that I’m having a hard time even though he doesn’t know what exactly is wrong.

Sarah might get sick of everything and turn against her. I recognize that face, my friend. You don’t have to worry, we are going to act and do it on time, you will see. I just hope so. I don’t know how much patience Sarah might have at this point. Hey, we are here for you, and we are never going to leave you. We are in this together. Peter’s comforting words came right on time. He was quiet until now. He was really a good friend. And I really need good friends right now.