Peter Parker Crying Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Alex asked as he saw Peter sitting near the kitchen counter, lost in his thoughts. "Uhm-umm-brother....i-I.....yeah I'll go." Peter stammered. Alex gripped his upper arm and stopped him. "You are crying?" Alex looked at his slightly red eyes. "No." Peter lied. "Yes. You are crying. What is it? You can tell me." Alex hugged him after. "No, I'm fine. It's just.....you know I miss my Mom." Peter lied. Yes, he misses his mom but right now is something else. It's been 4 years since his mother died of heart disease.

I felt a sudden, intense pain in my chest and I rubbed it softly. I heard the door open and someone walked out of the room. I turned my gaze up to meet the sympathetic eyes of the doctor. My throat suddenly went dry. "We're sorry, Miss Parker. We couldn't save your friend," He said calmly and put a hand on my shoulder before walking away with the nurse trailing behind him. My legs felt weak, as if I lost the energy to do anything. I sank to the floor, drawing my knees closer as I hugged them. It felt like my heart crumbled within me. And I couldn't control my tears anymore. I cried my heart out.

I gulped because I didn’t have any idea what was running inside of his head, what he was trying to do next, or what Peter might receive after the mess he created. “B-Beta Ivan… I’m sorry… I was wrong! I’m sorry! Spare my life! Let me live!” Peter exclaimed in a hurry while crying. He quickly kneeled on the floor and grabbed Ivan’s feet to beg. When Ivan saw how pitiful Peter was, he shut his eyes firmly as if he was weighing the situation. He looked in my direction first as if he was looking for an answer to me before looking at Peter. Peter was crying so badly while uttering “sorry” repeatedly in desperation.

Peter apologizes as he stares down at the shell of a man in disgust. Peter’s words have me pulling my knife, refusing the gun he offers me. A gut shot from a .22 would have caused him to bleed out. It’s not close enough for me. I close my eyes, exhale and step into the darkness. Then I inhale and let inky black fill me. Opening my eyes, I unsheathe my knife and step in front of him. I send the knife into his liver and twist. He screams, throwing his head back. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, for the love of god I’m sorry. Please, please,” he begs.

Mr Peter noticed her eyes looking at the documents and hurriedly packed it into his bag. “I’m sorry, Vivian. I have to go to a meeting, would that be all?” He asked. “Yes sir.” Vivian said, sensing that he was in a hurry somewhere and left his office. Mr. Peter sighed heavily and sat down on his chair, holding his head in his hand. Tears poured down his face as he cries softly, trying to reduce the sound so no one might hear him. “What have I gotten myself to?” He said to himself.