Peter Parker Crying Novels & Stories

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.

A complete, shattered mess. "Angelina, when did you get back?" Peter's gentle voice called out as he walked onto the balcony. His warm smile instantly faltered when he saw the thick tears streaming from my eyes. He closed the distance and immediately engulfed me in a tight, comforting hug. "I—I—" I stuttered, struggling to speak through my violent sobs. "Shh," Peter cooed, stroking my back. He kept whispering soft, encouraging words into my hair while just letting me cry. And I did cry. I cried for my ruined life, for my unborn child's stolen life, for my lost love... I cried for Danzel.

Then goes flat again. “Again!” the doctor yells. They do it again. The beeping sound returns for half a second, then dies. I can’t take it anymore. My legs give out. I’m on the floor again, sobbing into my hands. My nails dig into my palms, and my breath comes in broken gasps. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Peter. Come back to me.” He’s my everything. My reason. My little sunshine with messy hair and Spider-Man pajamas. The boy who used to climb onto my lap and tell me he was Spider-Man and I was “the pretty lady he had to save.”

“He has done bad things that could hurt us, and now he needs to face the consequences!” “You don't know anything! I love him!” Peter replied, and his voice was now full of tears. The sound made my heart hurt even more. “I love him too, but that doesn’t change what he did!” I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Peter, I just want you to be safe. We cannot ignore what happened.” The door slowly opened, and Peter was there, his eyes full of tears. He looked so small, so vulnerable. “You don't understand,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He is my father. I can’t just forget about it.”

"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.

He won't kill not that easily, he had messed up with wrong person. Behind him the door opened and Adriano quickly blinked his eyes getting rid of the unshed tears. " Boss." Peter called for him, rolling his shoulder back Adriano turned masking his emotions behind his stone cold face. " Outside... Ma'am , she is crying." Peter stumbled over the words and his words left a pang of guilt in his chest, tighyenight it making it difficult for him to breath. " Drive her home." Adriano only ordered this, for a second Peter was stunned in silence but he nodded closing the door behind him.

Us wolves have a high pain tolerance, but we are not immortal. I saw tears break free from his eyes thinking about his failures. Dampness glistened off ruddy red cheeks as he sobbed silently to himself. The sound of his chains and ragged breathing filled the room, making it feel like it was echoing off the walls. ‘Baby, let me take over,’ Parker’s voice floated in my head. He sounded as if he was pleading with me. I stood without saying anything, and headed towards the door. Parker opened it, avoiding eye contact as I passed by him.

I laughed and a tear rolled from my eyes. "You ruined me Stefan" I screamed as more tears were falling from my eyes making my vision blur. I wiped my tears to see clearly, only to see a person walking in the middle of the road. I tried to apply the brake but damage was done. My car slightly hit him, making him fall to the ground. "Spiderman" I squeezed my eyebrow hearing something like this instead of a scream of pain. I hopped down from the car to check on the man who is the eighth wonder of the world. I mean seriously who yelled Spiderman when they got hit?

Why was Peter still paralyzed? While I was still in shock, a woman beside him started filming me with her phone. Then, Peter shouted, “That’s him! He’s the malpracticing fraud! He’s the reason a simple appendectomy has left me paralyzed!”

“I’m sorry, if you’re watching this, or if my son is watching this, tell her I apologize. I am deserved to be called inhuman. I am a monster, indeed. And I know nothing about the pain and hardship you’re feeling right now because of your parent’s d-death, that was my doing…” Peter Carter heaved a deep sigh, closing his eyes as if he’s having a hard time to breath. “I’m not expecting to get forgiven. Even my life won’t be enough to pay for what I did, so as a coward and a heartless man that I am, I am just going to make this video for you.” He straightened his back and for the first time, he looked at the camera with so much determination in his eyes.