Peter Parker X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I can’t force her out either because it’ll attract attention to us. “Christina please, for the love of God! Don’t let your fathers death go to waste.” I plead. Christina glares at me In such a way that shits me up immediately. “Please don’t do this!” She pleads. “Don’t worry, you're probably next in line.” Xavier says. We all watch as Peter is outnumbered and is laid back flat in his human form again. Completely naked. I feel so bad for him and Christina. She must be feeling horrible right now.

"You expect me to believe such a lie? Had I known the kind of whore you were-" The Lycan steps before me, his broad shoulders blocking every view I had of Peter. It is a guess, but he looks livid. It is not his body language that I observe but the gnawing urge forming at the pit of my stomach, begging me to hold him back. But I do not trust myself to touch him innocently, so I clench my purse tighter. "A-anyway." Peter continues, his voice losing its confidence. "Don't call me, don’t text, better yet, lose my number. Good luck hauling a cab from here. Bet you didn’t even bring any money ‘cause women with only looks going for them assume men like us will care for everything."

Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

Malik said as he ruffled Peter's hair " I will let it slide this time, don't call me baby again." " Fine man, we have a scary minion in this house." " Yeah, I know." Marco said as he broke the hug " You liked Carson, Pete?" Malik asked " He is like a robot." Peter said, glaring at Malik " That's why I like him the most." " I didn't like him." " Sounds like your problem." Marco chuckled " I hate you too." " And huh! The hate card again." Malik snickered

I mean, is it even fine to call what's between us a relationship when there's no trust? I breathed in and out, then decided to give him the answer he was looking for. "Yes, if that makes you sleep better. Go ahead, think about me any way you want, it doesn't matter anymore." I switched my attention back to Alan, then continued. "Back to you, Alan, Peter turned out to be a hunter. He was one of the hunters who killed and kidnapped werewolves." Based on the similar outfit he had with a female that I killed previously. I was close to believing that there are still more hunters here - in New Orleans.

02 Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion. "Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy." Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.

ZARA I couldn’t understand how or why I felt that way about Peter, and I suspected that Xavier had noticed it. That was probably why he yanked Peter away from me. The two of them engaged in a furious battle afterwards, both unwilling to relent. The weight of two Alphas fighting was thick in the air. Their display of strength was immaculate. But no matter how interesting it was to watch, I could sense the hidden malice behind their fight. It was as though they were trying to kill each other for real.

His sharp eyes seemed to carry blades. “I haven’t been in good health these past two years, so I seldom ask about the company’s affairs. I thought handing it over to you would be safer. I didn’t realize you were more willful than anyone else, and that you don’t prioritize the shareholders’ interests. If you want to accomplish great things, you can't get entangled with women.” Peter, still unmarried, had always kept male-female relationships clean. Even though his I*******m followers had surpassed ten million—many of them women calling him their husband—he had maintained a consistently abstinent and mild image, free of scandals.

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.

His torn suit hung on him in tatters as he moved his mended arm back and forth experimentally before smiling with satisfaction. "What the hell was that?" choked out Zander, his face a mask of disgust. "What are you?" Peter chuckled sourly. "Sorry to spring that on you without warning." He didn't sound sorry. "Just one of the perks of the Blessing." "You call that a perk?" snapped Zander with derision. "You're some kind of demon." Peter sneered, "I'm more powerful than you'll ever be, half-breed." His body tightened as if preparing to spring forward. Zander crouched, pivoting to keep Peter in front of him.