Peter Parker Cries Novels & Stories

Mario is furious when his fist hits Peter's face, and Peter cries out in pain as he can feel his nose breaking. "You still want to blackmail me, Peter? How does it feel to meet the Mafia? Do you still think that we won't do anything to you? But you made the biggest mistake of your life and will pay for it today," Olivia says. Peter is crying, has wet his pants, and is terrified.

The impact brought forth a piercing scream filled with despair, a sound that made everyone feel a deep sorrow. Peter felt his energy field shattered quickly, and his vital energy dissipated utterly. He looked weak, and his face turned pale with terror and panic. "No! No!" he cried. "My energy field is still there. It has to be. Let me try again!" Peter's face was filled with panic and fear as he kept shouting and rolling on the ground while tears streamed from his eyes. "Argh! Why is this happening to me!" he wailed. "I've only tortured and killed dozens of people and played with hundreds of women. Isn't this the privilege of someone as distinguished as me? Why is this happening to me?

Under another circumstance, I probably would have been game, but not like this. She gave me a wad of gauze. "Your eye." I blinked and winced as I felt something thick and wet in my eye. I pressed it to my eye and pulled it away. Everything in me seized, panicked, and went completely still. I couldn't breathe. Blood. A lot of it, like something out of a human horror movie--me crying tears of blood. I hadn't felt it. Had Peter seen it? Would he get in contact with Tony? With Oren? What the hell was I going to do?

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

I said. “I'm going to miss you, dude,” I said tightening my grip around his body. “I fucking swear Man!” I replied trying so hard to hold back the teat that was slowly welling up in my eyes. “We are bros, and bros don't tear up,” Peter said hitting his fist on my back. “Relax, I won't either!” I said as I giggled. “You boys are going to make me cry,” His mother said sticking a tissue up to her face.

get leaned closer his breath fanning my ears. “You would regret every word you said.” My vision blurred with tears. It was as clear as day, Peter is bipolar. I was stupid for saying those things earlier, I already knew it would lead to this… as always. "Pleasee…. Please get off me pleaseee. please don't do this", Tears were continuously flowing down my cheeks. My head spun in circles. My eyes traced his palms which moved slowly against my skin. His fingers traced my navel, then moved downwards.

“It matters to me.” I hated that his words made me want to cry. I hated that my throat closed up like a vice, sealing off every excuse I’d prepared. My lips trembled. The pain, the secret was burning holes inside me. I couldn’t hide it anymore. “I…” I started, my voice cracking. “I don’t know what to do.” Peter didn’t push. He waited. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring everything. My hands trembled as I downed another shot, and finally I broke. The sob escaped before I could stop it. A quiet, shattering thing. “Adam… we are not full siblings.”

She was the only thing that kept the monster inside me caged. “It couldn’t have just been about access,” Jeremy muttered again, but then something outside the windshield made him freeze. “What’s happening—?” I followed his gaze. And then I saw it. Everything inside of me went still. Peter was being held upright by two of my men, his body slumped between them, barely conscious, if at all. His head hung forward, blood streaming from his scalp, coating his face and soaking his torn shirt. He looked... destroyed. Broken. And I hadn’t even gotten close yet.

"No, not really." "No? Then what did he do to you? Was it something more severe?" "Yeah, it was something more severe." As I spoke, I noticed his eyes welling up with tears, the emotions swirling within him, yet he seemed determined not to let me see. He struggled to hold back. Seeing this, I had a sinking feeling. Something so severe that it could make a boy cry, something that could torment his thoughts and make him question his feelings for Jenny Lee—there was only one answer in my mind now: Peter Black had indeed retaliated in kind.

"Mr. Martinez, please stand. Don't do this. I understand how you feel…" The moment her fingers touched his arm, everything changed. Peter, who had been weeping moments earlier, snapped his head up. The sorrow and despair vanished from his eyes, replaced by a wild, murderous gleam. "Do you really understand me Then why don't you kill yourself?"