Peter Parker Emo Novels & Stories

I asked, but I got no reply from her “Tell me, Emery," I push further this time, I stepped towards her slower, maybe she was scared She looked at me, her eyes watery, her lips trembling. “I don't want to feel like I'm being passed between monsters." I froze. “I'm not him," I said, “you know that." “I want to believe that," she whispered. She looked up at me, eyes glistening, lips trembling. “I want to feel like I’m not just being passed between monsters.”

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

Noticing her discomfort, Peter enthusiastically knelt like a gentleman and took off her heels, not to help her but just to touch her inappropriately. Emma gasped when his fingers brushed her s*x over the fabric. The sweat of dread started to form over her forehead, with the realization that she had trapped herself in a very huge mess. “Just getting you ready, beauty.” Peter smirked shamelessly as he withdrew his fingers. Though Emma felt disgusting and humiliation, she controlled her expression. "Cou...could we be in the car?" Her voice was so soft that Peter was more turned on. But considering the warning of his boss, he was a bit hesitant.

"Do not fear death. Death is just a reformation of something even more magnificent. Death is where it all starts, death; it’s not the end.’~ UNKNOWN JORDAN POV As though it was waiting to be opened, the first thing to flash across the screen was a blurred video that seemed to play on a broken loop. A few seconds in, everything cleared, revealing a very familiar, sweet, and feminine voice. The voice belonged to none but Emee, and that spiked my interest in knowing what exactly was in the device she gave us. Probably because I was still in wonder. Wondering how the hell someone like Emee, someone so kind and loving ended up licking the ass of someone as horrible as Peter. None of this made sen

"Lucy, is everything okay? You seem a bit... off." I turned away. “I’m fine. I just…Well…” “Lucy,” Peter greeted as he came over. “What a pleasant surprise.” Luke raised an eyebrow. "You two know each other?" I grimaced. “Not… Not really.” “I met Lucy during a… very disturbing moment in her life, which I can perfectly understand she would not like to relive,” Peter said softly. He offered his hand. “Alpha Peter of the Black Moon Pack.” Luke nodded slowly and shook his hand. “I know that name. You have… a bit of a reputation.”

I said, “What happened between them?” “Fuck everything, Emma! I won’t let that damn Warren have you. I won’t share you with him. And if you accept him, I swear I will reject you without caring if I die trying,” Parker interrupted, bouncing with fury in his eyes, completely naked. Peter stood rigidly in his place for a few seconds. Then I felt him pull me away from his chest, holding me tightly by the arms. I raised my head. He raised an eyebrow and, with an extremely cold voice, said, “Warren? Like Warren Foster? Aren’t just the three of us supposed to be your mates, Emma?”

Ember asked immediately. Archie opened his mouth. Nothing. For a moment, Archie stopped to think, taken aback. His lips parted in a stutter “wh-” “I know Piper.” Ember cut in. “She's fierce, intelligent, and knows how to hide her feelings, but she's an emotional disaster especially under pressure.” Archie's face fell slightly. “So,” Ember said firmly, “stop forcing feelings onto her. Let her breathe. Let her figure out her own heart. And above all stop whatever it is you’re trying to do. She’s not your mate.”

It would be a shame to throw that away if I left by force. “Lottie, I really want to look for Parker.” Maddox says sadly, repeating himself. “I know you do, love. I know you do.” Leaning over, I kissed him, but as I do. “Mate. Mate. Mate.” Is what I hear in my mind. I snicker. “What’s wrong?” Maddox asks me. “Ember, she hasn’t had her Xavier fix for a while and she wants her mate.” He grabs hold of me and kisses me deeply. “Xavier has been the same,” he says after he pulls away from me.

Peter asked me in a rather calm voice. “He had this tattoo on his thumb – a python that wrapped a sword with its mouth wide open.” “F*ck it. Definitely a gangster sh*t!” Peter lowered his head as he brushed his hair backward with his fingers. “Also had this manly voice and tobacco scent.” “Just like Jace!” Peter scoffed before he got up on his feet. "I need to go and clean up the car before someone else sees it. And if Jack sees it, that's a done deal because he won't mind seizing the car till further notice."

Frederick said with a shrug. "They were following orders, and the one who gave the order is still alive. And you’ve been merciful to him." "It’s not mercy… I’m not proud of what I did." "Exactly! And Peter could say the same. Without his memories, he followed his emotions, piecing things together blindly. He was acting out of instinct." "Don’t defend him. He did it to hurt us deliberately," Marcus said, his frustration evident. "Of course that was his intention! But think about it—Peter is like a wounded pup. He felt attacked and lashed out. That’s how I see it, anyway."