Peter Parker Room Novels & Stories

My eyes felt in the last room, and curiously I asked. “Whose room is this?” I asked, looking at mom. “That's Your husband's room...let me show you” she excitedly replied and took me to his room. Opening the gate I looked inside, the room was in plain green, decorated with so many cars and robots. Going furthur inside the room, I looked pictures on the wall, looking towards the picture anyone can tell these pictures belongs to, To one and only Mr xander knight, because of his expressionless face,

"Can't it wait? Till tomorrow? There's something we also have to talk about." "What's that?" "It's a long story and we can't talk about it outside here." "You desperately need me to go inside with you, don't you?" "Not exactly but I would appreciate it." I swallowed. Peter let out a sigh, clearly skeptical about going in. "Okay." He agreed. "But I wouldn't take long." I led him upstairs to my room, using the keys to open the door as I waltzed in. "This is where I stay." I showed him around. Peter took one quick glance at the whole room.

It was a small room my mother usually kept for visitors, with a narrow bed, a wooden table beside it, and a window that looked toward the fields. The curtains were still open, letting the morning light spread across the room. I put his bag on the bed and stepped back. “You can stay here for now,” I said. “For now?” Eric repeated. I looked at him. “Do not make me regret letting you stay.” He gave me a look that was almost amused, but he did not answer. Instead, he walked to the bed and opened his bag. I expected to see clothes, toiletries, maybe a laptop and some books. I was not prepared for the small black folder he pulled out from beneath his clothes. He placed it on the bed and paused wit

Our grandparents certainly know how to live the high life, acquiring everything that screams luxury. I get a beep indicating I have a call, I quickly air swipe seeing that it is from my assistant Rich. "Hello Charles welcome, we were not expecting you to come to the site, anyway we have Peter cornered in the master's bedroom." Rich happily informs me. "Good job Rich, I'm on my way," I say quickly swiping to hang up the call. It didn't take long for me to reach the master's bedroom, where I discovered that the door had been blasted down and turned into ashes. I immediately see Peter sitting comfortably and gazing out the big window, sipping his favorite scotch.

The room had posters of PJ Masks, Spidery and his amazing friends etc. They were all confused until Victor voiced out their confusion,”how can an adult hacker who is so good have stickers and posters of kids animations and cartoons? It looks so strange and there are toys of big cars and even a train station in the room…..but if you look closer you’d see luxurious looking sofa, a big television on the wall and a mini fridge……this is very strange…if I don’t know better I will say he is a kid..” he voiced out unsure that. “Yes!”

He stepped into a free elevator and pressed the number that'll take him to the room Hera was. "2-0-1-8" He said. And continued to walk ahead until he found the room door with a matching number. He stood still in front of the door, while trying his best to steady both his heartbeat and his breathing pattern. Peter did not understand why, this feeling was very new and strange to him. The woman lying behind the door made him nervous; the good kind of nervous. She awakened feelings in him Peter never knew existed. She made him think and do the forbidden.

“It’s a bright Saturday and I’m tired of moping in the room. I’m going to the park.” “Okay, enjoy. I’m going to watch TV and eat snacks all day.” “Bye.” Alec’s new apartment was not very far from where I lived. Since I had finally got my car repaired, I drove there. Ron had given me the room number as well. I stood outside his door for a while before raising my hand to knock.

Raven enjoyed seeing the keys dip in and out of her cleavage. “I like this one,” he turned the laptop carefully so as not to disrupt the plates of cakes and drinks. The architect had sent through the preliminary sketches of layouts for their apartment and Vixen and Shadow had officially joined him on his habitual Friday morning coffee break to go over them, but he suspected the true reason was to offer him emotional support. It gave him a tight feeling in his chest that they would do something like that for him. “Playroom behind the lift shaft and bathrooms,” he showed them. The architect was calling it a panic room on the plans, something which they all found amusing, as much as they had en

My door wasn’t closed, and even though I wasn’t trying to listen, it allowed me to hear their conversation. “Your room is the one closest to Claire’s, on the right. Once again, Susan, thank you for making yourself completely available. Of course, you’ll be paid for all your hours, and make yourself comfortable around the house. You have everything you need. If you need anything, just talk to me or Anthony.” “Oh, please. It’s not every day that Leonard Parker needs me.” He responded with nothing more than a surprised, “Mmm.” “And where is your room?”

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,