Peter Parker Unmasked Novels & Stories

The guards bristled at the slight movement, pressing their spears closer to him. Xavier raised a hand, halting their movements. I watch as Peter reveals a coiled snake tattoo, just below his ear. I've seen it a couple of times. I never thought it meant anything. But watching as Alpha Xavier stiffens, a momentary look of hesitation in his eyes, I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong.

They have to scare the man little by little until he goes crazy and completely breaks his tentacles and the whole syndicate. They can kill Regor at any time but they won't do that. The man must suffer first. As he tortured Amore and his companions they will also avenge him. If he doesn't change, they won't wait for the time to think he will change. She got up and got dressed. Mariposa is already wearing prosthetics. She removed it earlier because she was itching to wear it. She was also tired of pretending. She left her apartment. She got on her motor and on the other way she passed.

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out then my heart sank as I watched the guilt cross his face. “You were paid,” I said, lowering my voice. He lowered his head. “A small amount.” “By whom?” “I never saw the person’s face.” I exchanged a look with Damon before turning my attention back to Peter. “Describe the voice,” I instructed. Peter shook his head. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because I was blindfolded.”

His mother, May, shot him sympathetic glances but stayed quiet. Halfway through the main course, Marvel excused himself. “One moment, gentlemen. Business never sleeps.” He stepped outside for a quick call. When he returned minutes later, he wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was Peter Noir, Elias’s father, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, exuding the calm confidence of someone used to high-stakes rooms. Marvel clapped Peter on the shoulder with forced warmth. “Everyone, allow me to introduce Peter Noir. One of my top investors—sharp mind, excellent returns. We’ve been working together on several key projects.”

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Malakai said, grabbing his drink from the conveyor. This was the moment of truth for Apollo. To him, his vulnerability would prove his love for Livia and his trust in the people Livia considers family. As if reading Apollo's mind, Parker was the first to remove his mask, placing it over his heart as a symbol of undying respect for Apollo's decision. The others followed suit, all with their masks placed over their hearts. A sense of pride washed over Apollo, seeing his member's trust. He bowed his head to them before finally removing his mask.

The glass cup slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground, the shards flying about in different directions. My heart raced and I palmed my lips in horror. "Oh my. I'm so sorry," I gasped, lifting my face to peer at his face and blood drained from my body. He wore a dark plastic mask that only revealed his dark orbs but kept the rest of his face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit and a pair of black boots that did nothing to hide how huge and intimidating he was. Dressing formally wasn't for a man like him.

Pari's POV(continuation.) I walk down the stairs, my eye on the figure at the end of the stairs. He is wearing a black pant and a white T-shirt which flex against his hard, tanned muscles, his hair put back in a messy style, a grey coat hanging on his left arm and a black nose mask hang on his ears. Nose masks, okay that is pretty weird. I reach out to his out stretched hand, climbing down the last step, he pulling me close, whispering sweet words in my ear.

I didn’t want to start looking at the old ones, for they were memories that broke me each time I looked at them for too long. I was convinced that my plan was the best thing to do. I wiped away my sweat and walked out of the chamber. Peter was sitting in my office, waiting for me. He was giving me a strange look and I narrowed my eyes at him. What was wrong with him now? “You have paint on your shirt,” he pointed out. I looked down at it and frowned. I didn’t want my pack members knowing their strong alpha, painted for fun. I tore the shirt apart and dumped it on him as I made my way out of the office.