Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

My eyes widen at him, “Alpha Christov called you for help with what?” His brow arches, “probably you,” he waves his hand dismissively, “doesn’t matter as long as I get to sit down and talk to him, assess him,” he shrugs, “also gets me inside his pack, perhaps I can see if something is amiss.” I lean back in my chair and look at him, “I don’t think he’s the one dad, he may be a lot of things, arrogant, rude, obnoxious and self-centered, but he doesn’t strike me as the type to deal with pedophilia in any manner.” I stand and walk over to the window, “from all accounts he's not flashy, this business is swimming in money," the meer thought disgusts me how much money people pay for the right to

When it hits once more, my eyes pop open and Cruz wakes, sprouting his claws from my fingertips, ready to kill the threat. When I see a very weary and unshaven Parker looming over me, I relax and fall back to the couch. “Could have just mind-linked me,” I say, grabbing a pillow to hold. “You deserve far worse. Where the fuck is Hannah,” he seethes, bending and gripping my shirt. He balls it into his fist and yanks so hard I’m pulled to my feet. Parker is very rarely aggressive, and even more rarely provokes a fight. At times I hate how passive he is. He doesn't normally take much seriously.

“Her dad's pack is wealthy.” Staring at him in disbelief I muttered, “You're a drug addict? Geesh, I guess that explains why you've changed along with coming up with this moronic plan to kidnap me.” Scowling at me, he clenched my lower jaw in his fingers and then squeezed me painfully. “Watch your mouth, Sadie, or the only thing your daddy is collecting is your extremely abused corpse.” I could see that his pupils were dilated and he looked completely blitzed.

"Privileged, born with a silver spoon. Your status is very apparent. You're so used to looking down at the rest of the world that you have no need to cower, even in my presence. No matter, I'll fetch a very handsome price for you. Take her away!" Blast and Dreadhead appeared beside me and were pulling me out of the cave before I could comprehend it. Blast, the brute with arms like tree trunks grabbed me first, his grip bruising. Dreadhead followed, smirking like he enjoyed every second of my struggle. They weren't just thugs-they were predators, each with their own sick way of breaking their prey. "You will not get away with this!" I yelled, cursing him out. "I'm going to make sure I kill yo

Three self-proclaimed warriors of the realm—two sarcastic idiots and a recovering emotional disaster—riding through the forest like a band of weirdos on a field trip. The morning is crisp, the sky overcast just enough to make it dramatic. A squirrel falls out of a tree as we pass. I think even nature’s a little off today. “You know,” Parker says, stretching dramatically in the saddle, “for someone who was just mauled by sacred wolves and faced moral death trials, you’re awfully perky.” “I’m not perky. I’m caffeinated. Huge difference,” I reply. “She stole half of my travel rations,” Eva adds coolly. “That includes the chocolate.”

"Peter Parker?" "Spiderman doesn't work only at night, let's try Batman." He clamped his mouth on the spoon, goofily and winked. Darren here was different from Darren at school, here there was no pretenses and we could be our silly selves. No Amanda, no friends, no stupid deals, just us. I liked that way too much than I should have. "Clark Kent?" "No, that's Superman." He barked out a laughter that rumbled in his chest. "Did you never read comic books or watch superhero movies, like ever?"

To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking—” “I will make this pledge to you,” said a smooth, deep voice. “Your and your companion’s death will be swift if you come out now. Otherwise? Well, my men can be rather brutal.” “Who the hell is this?” “Some call me Papa Nightmare. That is certainly what I am to you this morning. But I can also be merciful. Come out and I will make your deaths quick and painless.” Roo had never heard the man speak before. He’d only heard the stories, stories of terror and torture for pleasure. Stories of death—and worse than death.

, Neil's said with a wink. "Anyways, so we call him Peter Parker.", He said smiling. "You are a 'Parker', Neil.", Sarah said. "Oh shut up! I can do better than Spiderman.", He said as finally Sarah was done with my wound. She looked up at me. "Don't move your hand too much. It might hurt.", She said with a warm smile. "Now, Iron Man, kindly come here.", She said as I got off the bed. "Oh thank you, Ms. Romanoff.", He said jokingly before going and sitting opposite to her.

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.

the woman thanked him shakily and asked him to help him to take her back home because she was exhausted due to work. Patrick did not think too much and helped her to go home and went back to his villa and slept he didn't know that two people father and son are watching him. they are Stan Lee and his father. for the past two days, stan kept pestering his father to do something about Patrick and Peter. so, it's difficult to take care of a person with a connection with the underworld so he decided to wait for MR John to return, on the other hand, he can take care of Patrick easily because he thought he was a nobody and no one will care about him.