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

Kayson asked, “Who is the one that injured Parker? He seemed to be targeting Parker on purpose.” He wouldn’t have fallen unconscious if his tendons were severed. However, if his organs were damaged and his energy was depleted, he might not be able to wake up anymore. Parker said, “That man called himself Sam McConell. He’s from Cloudia Paragon, and although he’s young, he’s already a peak-stage energy fighter.” ‘Cloudia Paragon?’ Kayson was stunned. Cloudia Paragon hadn’t made any move after he killed Master Oclave.

"Yeah, funny smart ass, I mean what do you think you are doing at this dance with Gwen." Parker weighed his options, if this turned violent it was Kobayashi Maru, he beats some high school kid's ass, the video goes viral, he gets arrested and his career is screwed. He takes the beating, hopefully doesn't get arrested, the video goes viral and someone figures out who he is and he's screwed. Parker put his hands up, "Look, I don't know you, I certainly don't want any trouble, so why don't I just head out?"

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

He started to move in my lap, trying to jump to grab the phone. “I said Deadpool isn’t for kids.” He looks disappointed. Did he just look at me like my dad used to when I did something wrong? “Deadpool is really not for kids. I had to watch it when I was in my early twenties.” I softened my voice and that made him calm. “Mmm…” He says thoughtfully. “Spiderman?” Whether I imagined it or his eyes really shone brightly, I am not sure. He tried to jump again, wiggling his hips. “Okay, spiderman it is.”

Alessandro Casio had made his name in the Mafia world as Il Pazzo, meaning The Mad One. The only thing being able to keep him sane had been Hezekiah Parker, his bodyguard and lover. Their relationship had been surprising as they were polar opposites. Alexander very unstable and Hezekiah, quiet and aloof. People still said that the reason why the world hadn't erupted into flames was because of him, and Paris believed it. He had watched Alexander gut someone with an ecstatic look on his face making sure they didn't pass out all through it but nothing could compare to the version he was when he had Hezekiah by his side.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

Seriously, like mother like daughter. "Ahh, I don't know. I don't have webs coming out of my fingers. I'm just me. Peter Parker" he said as she nodded. "My parents died in a fire accident when I was 10 years old. I was taken to a foster home till I was 18. Then I came back to my dad's house which has been renovated to claim it. Though the mayor put it out under rentage. He gave part of the money to me and that's what I've been surviving on" he said as Mrs. Woods felt remorseful.

“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.

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.”