Peter Parker Unmasked Novels & Stories

Serenity questioned curiously, unable to help herself and scoffed when Xander’s wide eyes flew to Peter. The man was unfazed. “Why are you looking at him? He knows who you are.” Serenity cocked an eyebrow at him. “How?” Xander’s eyes narrowed, suddenly growing wary of the strange man. “Because, Alexander; Peter was the one who freed me from that hell hole. He was the one who found me and rescued me from the men who kidnapped me.” The shock that registered on Alexander’s face caused satisfaction to bubble in Serenity’s stomach. “You’re a Veneno.” Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm.

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.

We turn and see that Maddie is entering the room and stops dead, looking between Peter and Parker. Parker hangs his head to the side, crouches down, and crawls. He comes to her and says, “meow.” Maddie opens her eyes wide and says, “Wow! I think I saw a cute kitten!” We all laugh at the same time. She walks up to Parker and says, “Are you my uncle?” He tells her, “I am whatever you want me to be, darling.” I see how she frowns, looking between Peter and Parker with her arms crossed. I hang my head to the side and say, “Is something wrong, baby?”

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.

Xander then said to Peter, "There's no need to hide my schedule from her. Whatever she asks, just tell her the truth." Shock flashed through Peter's eyes when he heard Xander's instructions. Xander had many connections and rivals from his years in the business industry. For safety reasons, his itinerary had always been kept confidential. Peter had worked for Xander for many years, always in the shadows. He had never appeared in public. But today, Xander had revealed his existence to this woman without any reservations.

"Move it!" The kid did not know who Peter was, but after seeing what he could do, he did not dare say no. "Not just anyone can meet Mr. Holt!" "Oh, really?" "Yes!" "Where are you from, sir?" the kid asked Peter in Spanyric. "Zyphonia!" Peter answered, then looked at the kid and said, "You've been hiding behind that mask for a long time. Isn't it time to take it off?" Surprised, the kid did not react fast enough, and Peter quickly pulled off the mask, revealing a young and innocent face underneath.

I've been here for twenty minutes searching for anything about the Silvermoon pack, about what happened fifteen years ago. And I found it, found more than I wanted to find, files about the Corvane Research Facility stamped with my parents' names, Dr. Elara Corvane and Dr. Marcus Corvane, PROJECT LUNA written in red ink beside their signatures. The papers are still clutched in my hand, crumpled from my grip, evidence I can't explain away. "Give those to me," Cassia holds out her hand, calm, patient. "I don't know what you're talking about," I try, but my voice comes out wrong, too tight, too close to breaking.

This is going to be a bloody massacre, I’m sure. After dressing in all black, I looked at myself in the mirror. Ah man, I don’t really like killing people in broad daylight, but I think today’s exceptional because I’m in the mood too, I said to myself and covered my face with a mask. I obviously don’t want anyone to recognize me as Erick Lukers, an actor, but as Frank Hal, brother of Xavier Hill. Our real identities in the Mafia world make everyone piss in te

The robotic mask he had worn all day didn't just crack—it completely disintegrated, revealing a dark, terrifyingly intense vacuum underneath. "You think this is about control, Phoebe?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, menacing baritone that vibrated straight through the floorboards. "Yes!" I yelled, stepping closer, completely blind to the danger radiating from his frame. "You're a clinical, unfeeling monster who treats everything like a transaction! You don't care about my life, you just care about your precious, perfect record—" In a fraction of a second, before the next word could even form in my throat, Peter moved.

Peter snaps, turning his boots to walk away down the street. My hand yanks his jacket back once again. "This territory tracks as Mysticfall! If my terminal cannot establish a live wireless connection with Adrian by tonight's watch, then your frame and your father can sit down and wait for my supreme revenge to hit your family line! My station does not just track as the simple Dr. Parker asset your mind knows! More than anything else on this circuit, my hands operate as the absolute head of Yaya Indus!" My heavy threat makes Peter’s facial skin turn completely pale with fear.