Peter Parker Cries Novels & Stories

Peter turned around and covered his face, tears streaming down his face. Joe patted him on the shoulder. "Uncle..." Peter sighed. "Oh. Don't say anything. I don't want to say anything..." Even Peter could not tell the difference. He wiped away his tears, thinking that he would find a chance to meet Aurum, or make a phone call. He wanted peace of mind. With this sudden shock, Peter was getting old, and his heart could not take it! Shawn gripped the jade pendant so hard that he was about to crush it!

Berklee is a quack, not professional at all! Kate was beside Peter, comforting him softly, "Peter, go home with Uncle Mac, leave your father to stay with your mother." Peter's eyes were red from crying, he pouted, grabbed the bed sheet tightly, and shook his head vigorously, "I have to wait for mom to wake up." Daniel reached out to hold Peter, and kissed him on the face, "Don't cry, it will hurt your mother to see it." Peter wiped his tears with his hands, nodded, choked, and sobbed, "Yes, hey, Peter, hey, Peter isn't crying."

Why did he lie about Peter being upset and not joining in on the celebration? As Peter stirred and regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open, I held my breath, waiting for him to speak. His gaze met mine, a mix of relief and surprise flickering across his face. "Charia?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around him, unable to find the words to express my shock and concern. "Peter, what happened? Why would Ryder...?" He interrupted me with a weak, pained smile. "It's not Ryder's doing," he rasped, his voice filled with exhaustion. "It was someone else, someone, who wanted to make it look like Ryder was behind this."

I shuddered at the thought of Zander and me locked up together in a lab. "What are you talking about?" Zander asked. "How would the accident reveal her true nature?" He meant me, and his question had me rewinding Peter's comments. How could Mom's accident have revealed my abilities? "The store across the street," said Peter. "Where Lydia Parker died. It had a camera and Father got ahold of the video." Peter looked at me. "He saw what you did, Tru. He saw you trying to heal Lydia Parker, and it was more amazing than anything Dubois ever did. Too bad you didn't know what you were doing, though. I bet you could have saved her."

. "And where will you be then? " he asked. "You are not the only one allowed to dream Peter Parker. I will definetely be in a university or maybe college by then. " I said confidently. "So be it. " he said with a smile while I nodded. "The clinic is over there. " I said to him while pointing towards it. "I know. " he replied. we entered the clinc and the people at the reception kept staring at us. "I'm here to see Dr. Amrah. " I told the receptionist. "I have an appointment. " I quickly added. "She's inside her office". replied the receptionist. I lead the way to Dr. Amrah's office while Peter walked behind me. I knocked on her door and she told me to come in. I had texted her earlier that

He was here. "Parker," I gasped out. The feeling of a knife piercing through my chest and out my back made black spots dance in front of my vision. My eyes bulged from my head from the agony, and I fought to keep consciousness as a singular light blinded me before dimming and disappearing into the darkness. Parker shifted back to his human form. His deep brown eyes bore into mine with liquid lining the lower lid. "I'm here, baby. It's all going to be okay."

I don't want to let go, West admitted. Peter was alarmed when he heard a small sniff on his neck. He pulled away from the hug first to see West. There he saw West’s face. The man’s looking at him while tears are escaping from his yes. West didn’t brushed the tears away so Peter initiated. He raised his hands and reached for West’s cheeks. He cupped them and with his thumb, he wiped the tears away. Peter's rubbing West's tears away from both of his cheeks when the latter held his hand, pressing it against his face. Now, Peter looks like he's cupping West's face as the man closed his eyes, feeling Peter's warmth on his face.

I look at him in surprise and he shrugs, “You need me, I can’t leave you alone by yourself tonight.” The sincerity on his face forces the first tear out and before I know it I am a crying mess, “Thank you,” I say between sobs and Parker tries to get me to calm down but it’s like a dam broke as the pain washes over me in waves. Parker immediately leads me to my room so I don’t wake up my grandparents. “I…I…can’t believe he said that,” I sob and Parker wraps his arms around me, we just stand in the middle of my room as I cry and curse Aidan to hell and back, “I hope the girl gives him herpes, the type he would never recover from.”

" No, something else too, he regrets it badly... Please." " Ugh, fine Peter... Calm down babe and breathe... Let's sit?" He nodded He sat him on the couch and sat beside him Peter put his head on Marco's chest and gripped his shirt so tightly, trying to stop crying and sniffling a little as his brother rocked him and rubbed his arm, kissing his forehead and whispering something in his ear. I just watched everything with a heavy heart, I am responsible for all of this. Only if I could have used my brain at the right times none of this would have happened.

Peter sarcastically said to Lawrence and give a mocking smirk. I was shocked when he punched him, and Peter fell to the floor. I screamed at the speed of events. I wanted to stop them, but Peter quickly got up from his seat and retaliated with a punch. Lawrence hurt his jaw. He also retaliated quickly, and I could do nothing but shout. My tears began to fall, and my eyes clouded with the intensity of my emotions. I screamed so loud and panicking. My eyes get blurred. I can no longer breathe properly, especially when I see the two are bloody, as if no one wants to lose.