Peter Parker Icons Novels & Stories

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

, Neil's said with a wink. "Anyways, so we call him Peter Parker.", He said smiling. "You are a 'Parker', Neil.", Sarah said. "Oh shut up! I can do better than Spiderman.", He said as finally Sarah was done with my wound. She looked up at me. "Don't move your hand too much. It might hurt.", She said with a warm smile. "Now, Iron Man, kindly come here.", She said as I got off the bed. "Oh thank you, Ms. Romanoff.", He said jokingly before going and sitting opposite to her.

the woman thanked him shakily and asked him to help him to take her back home because she was exhausted due to work. Patrick did not think too much and helped her to go home and went back to his villa and slept he didn't know that two people father and son are watching him. they are Stan Lee and his father. for the past two days, stan kept pestering his father to do something about Patrick and Peter. so, it's difficult to take care of a person with a connection with the underworld so he decided to wait for MR John to return, on the other hand, he can take care of Patrick easily because he thought he was a nobody and no one will care about him.

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."

Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand in an handshake. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is Pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired. "And this is Bentley." She points to the last guy, for a moment I thought he is Xavier, he has the same eye, hair and body shape but he's features are gentle, unlike Xavier's.

Chapter 7 Enemies New and Old Parker led the way, his usual swagger and smirk very much in place. He was objectively handsome, in a blond-and-stacked kind of way, but he was also such a stereotypical alpha douchebag, with his big black motorcycle boots and t-shirt with the cutoff sleeves. Not to mention the forced mating thing. Seeing him again, after months of trying to forget him, I was almost shivering with the desire to flay his flesh from his bones and watch him die screaming. Flanking him were Tyler and four more of his enforcers, with several more behind them, all of them dressed like Parker-clones.

The movements are deliberate, the way a wolf digs when it knows exactly where the prey is buried. I hand Michael back his tablet and glance at the larger displays. The most promising contenders are front and center. Phineas Parker—second son of his pack, hungry to prove his worth now that he can’t inherit. His blade carves into a giant spider, the creature’s armored shell splintering under his relentless strikes. Not many can pierce spider chitin so cleanly—he’s already taken down two, his face carved in focus, eyes burning with purpose.

It was a text from Glenda. “Get away from the target immediately. It’s a set up, and I think Garrick is in on it.” Still trying to make meaning of it, another text came in with a photo attached. “This is your target isn’t he?” The photo was of Peter wearing a grey Italian suit, looking even more imposing as he stared out from a docked yacht. The text at the bottom of the picture sent tremors running down my spine. “That’s not Peter Portman, that’s Xavier Storm.”

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

“You killed him! You monster!” Marco turned his back on her, uninterested. “Let her cry.” But just as the guards began to lift Peter’s body, one of them paused. “Boss… wait.” Marco turned. “What now?” The guard pulled back Peter’s torn, blood-soaked shirt. His eyes widened. “He has it.” “What?” The guard stepped aside, revealing a distinct, curved birthmark on Peter’s left hip — the shape of a crescent curling around a jagged scar.