Peter Parker Room Novels & Stories

Trent has already unlocked it for them so they pretend to key in the code and enter the room. It’s a small room with a bed, a desk, and a closet for the patient. The patient must’ve left the asylum or is dead because there aren’t any possessions in the room other than a tray on the desk. “How are we gonna bring them here?” Parker asks. Nathan thinks hard. “I know,” he smirks. Clearing his voice, he suddenly punches Parker and yells, “WHAT THE HELL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HELP!”

Ten steps in, he stops and presses another three spots. A panel slides open, revealing a keypad. He types in a 10-digit number, and a final door opens up in front of him, magically appearing in the wall. “What the hell?” I say. “Some people have panic rooms. Me… I have secret rooms.” “Why?” “Take a look.” He gestures, and I walk into one of the strangest rooms I have ever seen in my life. It’s an art gallery, sort of. A dozen or so pictures hang on the white walls of the 30x30 room.

Mrs Haward said sternly and the guard nodded leading the way out of the hospital. Back in the Paradise Hotel, Peter went up to Jason's office so they can complete the assessment for the day before closing as office work will be ending soon but the Hotel remains open for night guests. It was past 8 p.m. and Peter and Jason were almost done with their assessment and reports for the day. "Great work for the day," Jason praised and got up from behind his desk and entered the room in his office. Just like his office in the Haward's company, he had created a bedroom, living room and a dining area in his office space. He made use of the washroom in the room and returned to the main office where Pet

A few guards, and some kitchen workers were scattered around the room dead. “I see you found your boyfriend,” Steve said. “And you found your girlfriend,” Cara replied. “Where is the emergency tram door exit?” Cara asked. “Over here,” Steve said leading the group to what looked like a bare wall. As they got closer, Cara could see the outline of a hatch door with a keyhole. Steve fished out his keys but couldn’t find the correct key. “Fuck,” Steve said. “I’ll have to do it from the pod.” Steve took off across the room to the locked pod where the guards monitored the inmates on closed circuit television. He punched in a code and stepped inside. Once he had access to the control panel, he punch

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.

Before I could breathe and answer this, a voice interrupted us. “No she doesn't.," Mr Peter said, sliding into the space between us, claiming his territory. He looked into my eyes, and the room vanished. His presence swallowed everything, “Am I right, Ms Easton,” He asked. His presence was enough to make everyone scared of him. “Yes, Mr Parker,” I whispered. The man stepped back and disappeared into the crowd. Mr Parker stood beside me, close enough that I could smell his cologne.

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

I mumbled to myself. Two clicks later, the door creaked open. Peter’s room was... plain. Bland beige walls, cheap wooden furniture, messy twin bed, and a mini fridge humming in the corner. A single lamp glowed weakly in the corner, illuminating piles of laundry and empty energy drink cans. His laptop was gone,probably taken with him,but there were books, wires, and random junk scattered across the desk. There was nothing out of the ordinary. We stepped inside quietly and closed the door behind us.

“Playtime’s over. Everyone back to your offices. I need to talk to Xander.” Everyone groaned in disappointment, walking back to their cubicles and offices. Except for the gay dude, of course. Mr. Parker tossed him a look, the kind that said get lost, but the guy just shrugged and said, “You can’t expect me to leave for real. This is my office.” Mr. Parker blinked. “Oh.” Then he turned to me. “Xander, come with me. I would like to see you in my office.” He didn’t wait for a response. Just turned and walked toward the hallway like he hadn’t just watched me sleep on a desk like a homeless raccoon.

He stands up and walks toward his room. "Senior, it’s okay to leave them alone together at this time." Jay asked Peter while grabbing his attention "Jay, I agree he has a short temper, but he is not a psychopath to hurt a woman." Peter said, shrugging his shoulder. _______________________ Aaron enters the password of his room to open the door. His eyes widened as his eyes captured something unbelievable! "Fuck!" Was the only word that came out of his mouth as he looks inside To Be Continued.