Peter Parker Icons Novels & Stories

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

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.

Was it possible that he was simply overly suspicious? Kathy was well-acquainted with the leaders of Spark and Nexus. The head of Spark Tech, Mr. Ian, was a dedicated fan of Marvel, particularly Spider-Man and Venom, as evidenced by his collection of Marvel superhero figurines. On the other hand, Mr. Carlisle, the boss of Nexus, although young, had a penchant for operas and often delved into discussions about concepts like "hidden greatness in the world," which tended to befuddle others. Despite their quirks, the names of their respective companies were undeniably memorable.

Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

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."

A middle-aged man with brown hair politely nodded at me. "Alpha Aidan, I’m Peter, a private investigator hired by Luna Freya."

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.

“This is completely new territory for me.” My eyes betray me. They drag over his bare chest, his abs, the way his pants sit low on his hips. And I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his tattoos — ink and meaning and temptation. A yin-yang with hearts instead of dots and the number thirteen at its center, about the size of a big coin, is on his left side underneath his arm. Curling above it is the Peter Pan lettering — Sniff pixie dust and soar — in a cursive font. And on his bicep — the Reaper logo stamped on like a warning label.

Red added. "By April, did she come by and what about Peter and Parker?" "Brother Peter and Brother Parker went to Paris. They are opening their restaurant there, saying they will miss you and if you ever had the chance, come to meet them and Sister April used to come by, we told her that you will return a year later." Bertha explained. Red hummed and relaxed her shoulder, putting her head on the armrest. "I see. By the way, I need a phone. I have eradicated every identity related to Iris. Here, burn this passport as well." Red said, handing her over.