Peter Parker X Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

He was a storm made of flesh…covered in alley filth, shaking with pure adrenaline and a grief so sharp it felt like rage. He blew past Ryan’s startled secretary, a force of nature in dirty clothes. Ryan looked up from his desk, a polite smile already forming. It vanished as Peter crossed the room in three long strides. He didn’t speak. He just grabbed a fistful of Ryan’s silk tie and expensive jacket and slammed him back into the heavy bookcase. Books rained down around them. “WAS IT YOU?” Peter screamed, his face inches from Ryan’s. Spittle flew. “Did you send them to kill me?!”

There is a sound of applause from the side, "Clap, clap, clap..." The three people turn their heads at the same time. They don't know when there is a tall and handsome man standing nearby. His pair of peach blossom eyes is holding a smile, and his face is always unruly smile. It's Peter Johnson. "Lucien, Your employee is very interesting." Said Peter Johnson, smiling, but he's not looking at Lucien but Sunny. Peter Johnson is a real handsome guy, and he's romantic and charming. "Don't add trouble to me.!" Lucien doesn't say it well. This Sunny dares to threaten him as if had eaten ambition and daring. He must teach her a lesson!

“Then he doesn’t get it.” Clint raised his hands. “But I already have. Do you feel that, brother? The Hollow listens to me now. Even your precious mark won’t help you this time.” “I’m not fighting for power,” John said. “I’m fighting for them.” He glanced at Sarah, who gave him the briefest nod. Without another word, John lunged. Clint moved to meet him. The clash shook the ground. They collided mid-air, power against power. Clint’s darkness wrapped around John like chains, but John’s energy flared gold, breaking through.

In his eyes, if a thief stole neither money nor women, then there was nothing else that he could steal. “What if I told you that I’m here to steal children? Are you willing to cooperate with me?” Storm asked gently. “Are you taking us for fools?” Jenson felt insulted and snapped back at him. Storm shrugged. He had a look of helplessness on his face. “Alright then, looks like both of you little runts are not going to listen to me. Then I’ll use my ultimate ability.” Storm removed from his shirt pocket a pendant tied to a red string. He held one end of the string and the pendant fell in front of Jenson and Baby Robbie’s eyes.

Peter must have read my thoughts because he said with a smile, “They were too busy to come. I think they already know I’ve taken you away. Alex, stop hoping those two bastards will show up and rescue you from me. This is your new home, so learn to live comfortably and cherish every moment with me…” He winked, then added mockingly, “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll even fall in love with me.” I frowned and asked, “What do you really want from me?” Peter shrugged. “I’m deeply in love with you.” I gave him a look that clearly called him a clown. When he realized I wasn’t buying his nonsense, he spread his arms and said, “Since Chris and Damon joined forces, those two bastards have been attacking

He tackled Jaxon immediately. They were a blur of motion, a brutal exchange of punches. Peter rained down blows on Jaxon, grabbing his collar, his knuckles connecting with sickening thuds on every part of Jaxon that he could find. Jaxon’s face was quickly becoming a bloody mess, his earlier arrogance replaced by a desperate snarl. Peter finally managed to shove Jaxon away after he thought he had hit him enough, then rushed to my side, his hands gentle despite the tremor in them. “Logan! Are you okay? Oh goodness, Logan…”

one of the thugs sneered. "Leave her alone, and I am still going to f*cking hurt you." My eyes went wide at Peter's dark, threatening tone. I had known Peter for an entire year, and this was the very first time I had ever heard such raw, lethal danger in his voice. The men lunged at him all at once. To my absolute shock, Peter fought them off with ruthless efficiency, throwing brutal punches and dodging blows like he was incredibly used to street fights. Right now, he didn't look like a gentle doctor; he looked exactly like a man who worked directly for a Mafia family.

Peter loudly slurred. "Peter it's fine. I don't have any problems with Oliver." Lucifer tried calming him down. Oliver had started winding down his anger with Lucifer. He had been ready to move past this until Peter shouted, reigniting his anger in full. "TWO GRIM! TWO!" Oliver shouted back at Peter who was now in his face. Lucifer stepped between the two, pushing them apart. Oliver, aiming for Peter, hits Lucifer on accident. Peter's eye's widen and his nostrils flare. Lucifer placed his hand around both human's throats and lifted them into the air.

Commander Long coldly asked. "Dr. Ren, Yue'er is better now, right?" Business Tycoon Li Chen darkly asked. The two men spoke at the same time, their voice cold and forceful. Even though the questions they asked were different, the hidden threat was unmistakable. Both Long Hongwu and Li Chen wanted to hear nothing but a positive result. Dr. Ren trembled under their combined might. Sh**! Why was he so unfortunate as to encounter these two gods on the same day!?

'', Peter said with a meaningful stare. John stared at him dead in the eye. ''You are not bullshitting me?''. ''No, I swear on my late wife, Annie's grave''. John knew by those words , that Peter was indeed genuine. ''Than I accept your apology and a new beginning'', John said, standing up and reaching out to shake his hand. Peter took the last deep drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke in the morning breeze. He flicked the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray and took John's hand in his.