Peter Parker Room Novels & Stories

Growled jade as peter skipped placing back the iPad from where he had taken it. "Peter, head on and pick you pyjamas from your room." Told jane having peter immediately rush out to his bedroom which was a few steps front across jade's. Pressed the door to head on inside. A complex of rainbow colours all over the two side of his walls facing each other and the other two designed with batman painting that went on repeatedly in a horizontal tinny manner. His ceiling looked exactly as jade's and down a flow was a black fur carpet the was barely visible at the front since almost his closet was on the floor where he also had to look for his pyjamas that he expected to be lying among the many cloth

The young Eric said graciously like a host and I felt my lips twitching briefly in amusement. Looking round the room with eyes that were hooded under their shades, I was not surprised to see that so much effort and love had gone into making the room a sanctuary for the young boy. Painted a royal shade of purple and gold, it gave the effect of a palace that’s plainly decorated with a young Prince in mind. Fitting! Turning to my left, I saw a Spider-Man and Batman poster that obviously even the young maturely behaved Eric could not resist and I chuckled. ‘It’s slightly comforting to know beneath all that smart and super power intelligence lurks the heart of a young boy.’ I thought wryly just a

“Sooner or later, she’ll start searching for you…… And she ain’t gonna catch me helping you…. No way…” He raised his hands up in a dramatic manner. “But you owe us one”, Peter frowned. “Sure sure…. But I ain’t gonna die returning a favor”. He pushed past the twins to leave, “My advice, just keep her here till it’s time to go back” He left through the opening and the twins closed it back immediately. “Okay…..”, I finally had a chance to look around the room. It was the size of a kitchen and had a few cooking utensils, a bed too. “Start explaining please… I’m so lost I don’t even know what to ask first”.

James said “Where?” Peter asked “6 Mark street, it’s close to his place though, he said most of the tenants have moved out, so we will use the empty rooms” “Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter asked “Yes it is, no worries bro… just bring some booze” James said “Don’t forget to bring condom oh… I no won hear borrow me one” Kelechi added “No problem, I will meet you guys at the junction” Peter walked away. Ariana chatting on W******p with her friend Ezra

Finally, Peter arrives and I follow him out to a waiting black SUV. I’m surprised we’re going deeper into the city, then into the parking garage for the John Hancock building. Disappointment hits me sharply as I remember him talking about the apartments his brothers brought their women to rather than bringing them home. He never said he had one—I should have known. Of course he had one. I follow Peter into the elevator. It stops on the seventy-eighth floor. I’m hesitant to follow him out. Holy crap, there are only six doors on the floor. That means the apartment will be huge.

I try to focus on what Bronx is telling me, but the faceless man is standing there watching us. “Peter, let’s go to the back room so you can take off the disguise.” Bronx looks at the man. “Of course, follow me.” Bronx stands up, takes my hand and places the other hand on the small of my back to press me forward. As we follow the man, I notice while his suit looks expensive, his pants fit awkwardly. I squeeze Bronx’s hand and watch the man’s uneven gait until he reaches a skinny door between bookshelves. He opens the door, allowing Bronx and me to step in first. Inside is a large, modern conference room, except it’s perfectly round, which makes little sense because based on the size of the s

She gave a small nod before walking off. Peter gestured for us to follow him. We trailed him toward the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the button for the thirteenth floor. The doors closed with a soft chime. None of us said a word on the ride up. The air was heavy, full of thoughts unspoken. When the elevator doors slid open, we stepped into a large room that looked like something out of a photoshoot set. It wasn’t a regular office space.

" Are we going to share a room?” Peter didn't answer me, we continued in silence until we reached our sanctuary. I took a good look at the room while Pyotr took care of tipping the guy. The place was spacious, surrounded by an infinity pool, and the stars shone in the sky, stealing my breath a little. Yes, they were right to call this place a sanctuary, it was quite appropriate. " I'm going to take a shower," Peter said, closing the door and looking around, "I can stay on the couch.”

Derek joked as they approached the private room. Upon opening the door, Hector ushered both father and son into the private room, which looked more like an office. There were a group of burly security men standing in a row, bowing to Peter as they entered into the office. “Have a seat, son.” Peter said as they both sat down on opposite sides of the table in the office. “Thanks, boys. You can leave the office now. Hector, wait for us in the car.” The security and Hector bowed and left the office, leaving Derek and Peter in the office alone.

“Peter, you are the only person who can help me understand what is happening. If they threaten you, I can protect you, but you have to give me something.” His eyes filled with fear as he pressed himself farther against the wall. “There was a room.” “What room?” “An old room beneath the manor.” I frowned. “Which manor?” “I don’t know.” He closed his eyes as though forcing himself to remember. “I was taken there once. There were old documents on the walls and a large painting of a woman.” My pulse began racing. “What woman?” Peter opened his eyes and looked directly at me. “I don’t know her name, but she had your eyes.”