Peter Parker Room Novels & Stories

"I had this panic room installed three months ago." She started to duck inside. Dave caught her by the arm. "Stay close to me, Chelsea. If anything happens to you, I can't…" He let the thought run, but his touch lingered a little too long. She gave him a puzzled look before nodding. They entered the dimly lit, vast room. Large oak barrels, paper supply shelves, and massive, hand-hewn wooden tables gave the impression that the secret chamber was nothing more than a workroom. Chelsea reached inside to flip on a light switch. "Christie? " She spoke quietly. "Are you here? Peter? This is Chelsea."

This is too much to handle. This looks like a private room, with a medium sized circular table situated in the middle. In that table, is a selection of underwear on display. By that, I mean panties. “Come in,” I looked at Mr Stark with so much confusion, he ends up taking my hand, pulling me in before closing the door behind us.

Add that to the daggers Elena shot my direction every time she passed me, and you have one helluva way to end the work week. Although, seeing a disheveled Peter escorted out by security once he was sober enough to walk was pretty satisfying. Still, I thanked God that it was Friday. I looked around at the rest area. This particular room had four beds. Luckily, no one else had been using the room since I started staying there, so I was able to use one of the beds to hold my clothes and make-up and things. Still…it was a depressing sight. Everything was a stark white color - the walls, the sheets, the floor tiles. The only thing that wasn’t was the thin comforters. Those were a lovely shade of

I smiled, “You are underestimating the guards now. When will you learn not to do that?” As we walked out of the conference room, Parker asked one of the warriors to take Ernie to the dungeons. Then we walked down a long hall. We reached a set of double mahogany doors with bears carved into each one. One bear was in a standing position while the other was on all fours, looking gentle. I loved the contrast. Parker opened the doors to reveal an enormous office! As we walked in, I noticed a dark leather sectional couch and two other chairs sitting around a coffee table in a corner of the room while his desk was massive and made of a dark cherry wood as it sat in the center of the room with a hig

Blood splattered the wall and me with each swing of my arm, and I could feel it sticking to my neck and face. Once they were all dead, we quickly searched the hall for room number twenty-eight It’s the second to last door on the left-hand side, but the door was actually locked. We didn’t have time to try and pick it up even though I knew Xander knew how, so Peter used his shoulder and forced his way in, breaking the frame apart and shattering the glass in the window. The pieces tinkled as they hit the floor, and we stepped over them, coming to a stop in a tiny room that was surprisingly empty except for a sink and one machine against the back wall, along with a small table and an odd-looking

As much as I had wanted to find an answer I had never really believed I would get this far, I had hoped for it but mostly I had prepared for failure, now that I was here I had no idea what to do. The young guy gestured towards a partially open door, the first on the left before muttering “Peter is in there.” Then he turned and headed back the way we had come, leaving me alone in the dimly lit hall. Nerves kicking in big time I swallowed passed the lump in my throat as I glanced into a small sitting room decorated very similarly to the bar although it appeared clean, apparently this guy didn't know where to buy a decent light bulb from. I looked around to see an empty fireplace, an old sofa a

“Mr. Palmer, this will be your room. I hope you find it comfortable. I’ll leave you to settle in and adjust to the space. In an hour, I’d like you to join me in my office. We have a lot to discuss.” Peter looked around the room—a stark white space with a single bed and matching sheets. The decor seemed designed to inspire peace, though peace was the one thing he couldn’t feel. His heart and mind were consumed by two thoughts: what had he done the night before, and what must Celeste think of him now?

Once we get there, Peter is waiting for us at the entrance. Parker helps me down, while Peter’s gaze is fixed on me. I walk up to him and say, “I read your message.” “And? What do you think?” I raise an eyebrow at him and say, “You have to make a lot of effort, Peter. A LOT.” I placed a hand on his chest and then entered the mansion, heading to my room. Quickly, I change my clothes and get ready to go out. When I go downstairs, I see that Peter and Parker are talking, or rather, arguing.

“I’ll see you later.” Five minutes later, I fastened my seat, wondering if I’m making the right decision by accepting to plan the fundraiser with Stella. There are two cars parked outside Palmer's Hall in Deep West. I recognize one as Peter’s Mercedes, but the other isn’t familiar. If Astrid were here, Peter would have mentioned it, right? The young guy standing behind the counter in the lobby is of average build. His short brown hair is neatly trimmed, a few curls hanging over his forehead. I lean my side on the wood and nod a greeting at him.

“You’re safe here, as long as you don’t do anything to betray this pack or our allied packs.” I ask one of the omegas to find a room for Peter on the Beta floor, since our friends are staying on the Alpha floor. Once he’s gone, I turn to Ezra. His eyes are tight, like he knows what I’m going to ask, but he doesn’t want to tell me. “What happened?” “I could use a shower. Come with me and I'll tell you as much as you want to know.” “That sounds ominous.” “It’s not pretty.” I follow him upstairs, looking around the packhouse once more to make sure that everything is in order.