Peter Parker Room Novels & Stories

I was the last to leave the park and it was already so dark. . “One room please” I told the receptionist as she took a cigarette out of her mouth before staring at me. I passed her a dollar as I looked around the room, I didn’t feel even a bit safe around here as it seemed like it was a place for mafias. There wasn’t even one sensibly dressed person here as everybody here was either dressed like a goon, stripper, drug addict or something stupid. “Here you go, third floor, fifth room by your left “ she told me as she gave me a key and a ticket.

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

He took a step back, glancing over at Wyatt, who stood against the far wall. I typed in the code, and got an error. After typing in a few more and getting the same flash of red, I grew frustrated. Fuck. “Why would this room be different than the others?” I questioned Parker. He growled, “That’s her playroom. She sends her men in there for fun. My mate is in there.” My eyes widened, realizing what he meant. Wyatt looked horrified. I received a link that all of the captives were accounted for. I had Kai take everyone back out to the van, explaining that the remaining two were with Wyatt and I and that we would meet them soon.

A few minutes later I arrived at Paul's house. The look on Sheamus's face was more of a relieved one as soon as I had arrived. "What is going on?" I asked. "He wanted to talk to you." Sheamus replied pointed to the room on the far left. I knew he could only be referring to Peter. "Hey man! Are you okay?" I shouted but not too loud. Suddenly the door to the room on the far left widely opened and out came Peter running towards me. His eyes were red, His hands had a rosary necklace in tem. He knelt to the floor and began to mumble.

“Zayden is it settled? I still need you to help me with one more thing. Bring some people over to room 702 of the River Hotel.” When Alice hung up, she was more exhausted than ever and said impatiently, “I could have settled this peacefully. But since you prefer violence, I will do what you want!” Lauren didn’t want to talk to Alice anymore, so she got up and headed out of the room. However, Peter, who was standing in the doorway, stood in her way. Peter looked enraged. He didn’t enter the room, but he heard everything he said. Lauren did it because of him and he knows that. He said, “I am sorry, I can’t let you go!”

"Would you really do anything for me?" The softness of her giggle left nothing to the imagination. Hearing enough, Jackson all but busted into the door--stepping in with a loud cough as hurried in to take in the scene before him. To his surprise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Two pairs of shocked eyes meeting his as he stood there awkwardly. Randy's office held a pristine metal desk, a comfy neutral colored couch across from a large windowpane. The window overlooked the bustling streets below, but surprisingly it was quiet. Most likely filtered for noise from the outside.

Chapter 49 – Deepening Intimacy (Eli POV) The athletic director’s office smelled like coffee and old leather strong dark roast undercut by the faint, comforting scent of worn book spines and polished wood. We sat side by side on a low couch opposite a massive desk: Dante in his team hoodie and sling, me in jeans and the same oversized sweater I’d worn the day before because changing felt like admitting the world had shifted and I wasn’t ready to dress for it yet. Dr. Patel—mid-fifties, calm voice, sharp eyes behind thin wire frames—leaned back in her chair and studied us for a long moment after the introductions. No judgment in her gaze, just quiet assessment.

The door clicked open with a pneumatic hiss. "Inside," he said, his hand on my lower back, pushing me through. The panic room was a bunker within a fortress. Concrete walls, no windows, a long table with monitors covering one wall, a small kitchenette, and a door leading to what I knew was a bedroom and bathroom. Daniel stood at the head of the table, his face carved from ice, his phone pressed to his ear. Luca was at the monitors, cycling through camera feeds, his jaw tight. Jonas sat at the table, a laptop open in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“In fact, they’ve been waiting for me to come, and they are pleased that I am here. My name is Dr. Joseph Evergreen and I’m the only one who can help Miss Parker.” I kept my eyes on hers for a moment longer before pulling my gaze away from her. She blinked a few times, her eyes becoming their normal shade of brown once again. For a moment, she looked a little confused. Like she had lost some time, but then her eyes flickered to me. “Oh, Dr. Evergreen. I’m glad you are here. Miss Natalie Parker is in room 104 on the first floor. She and her doctors are expecting you.” “Thank you,” I nodded.

. "And where will you be then? " he asked. "You are not the only one allowed to dream Peter Parker. I will definetely be in a university or maybe college by then. " I said confidently. "So be it. " he said with a smile while I nodded. "The clinic is over there. " I said to him while pointing towards it. "I know. " he replied. we entered the clinc and the people at the reception kept staring at us. "I'm here to see Dr. Amrah. " I told the receptionist. "I have an appointment. " I quickly added. "She's inside her office". replied the receptionist. I lead the way to Dr. Amrah's office while Peter walked behind me. I knocked on her door and she told me to come in. I had texted her earlier that