Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

“Perfect. Dr. Parker is the senior here and he happens to be Miss Parker’s father so I think you will be in safe hands. Would the day after tomorrow at three work for you?” I nodded as I pulled the form closer. I already had the information I wanted. I got the name of the detective. James Pega. Let’s see if you are really an honest cop or a puppet for Charles.

I say softly but my words are directed at the hooded woman who remains motionless at the entrance of the cave, "Look around you. Look at your dead friend. His brain is leaking out of his head. He's a mess, it's terrible. I'm a terrible person. I'm also of alpha lineage. You can feel how strong I am, can't you? You can't screw with me and get away with it. Please don't even consider it. Now, let me tell you what I want. Bring that someone to me and I might just let you live. If you don't, your brains will be all over the floor like your friend’s.” “Please, don’t kill me,” the partner croaks. His hands shake badly. He was not prepared for this which makes it even odder. If he knows I am Blake

Nigel's voice was broken by sobs and he stammered in a pitiful way. The man in the 4x4 took off his jacket and his helmet which was half placed on his head. He was tall and probably had raven black hair. On his bare chest he had a few tattoos on his skin. And the only way the other bikers stood behind him with respect, and the way little Nigel knelt in front of him, his body spasming and so submissive and even the way he stood with his hands on his hips was different from the others. This man was impressive and imposing, as if he were the master, this all-powerful manner clearly indicated that he could be a dangerous adversary and that he is the type of man you pray you never have to cross o

I quickly search my pants pocket until I found what I was looking for. I head over to my laptop and logged on. I am eager to find out what it contains. I know that it is from my spy, that I have in Helio at the moment. Ever since I found that she would be with her parents in Helio, I knew who I wanted to shadow her. I open the video clips that are attached to the detailed information that I requested. The first clip was of an SUV pulling into the mall parking lot. I was confused until I saw who the driver was. It was the f*cker that claimed my beloved! I scanned over the typed information about this person. His name is Rollings Devante, he is in his early 20s, beta of the Shimmering Falls pa

He gulped it down in one go after a little hesitance. “Good boy.” Aslan spoke as he threw away the bottle and took his seat again. “How old are you?” “22.” “Russian?” His accent gave him away. “Yes.” “Do you know who I am?” “No.” “I am the man whom you tried to kill. Let me introduce myself to you first. I am Aslan fucking Parker and no one touches me. You tried. Let me also tell you that I am a zillionaire so I don’t have much time for you, as I have more important business to attend, and I am not gonna waste my time on asking you if you have a boss and blah, blah, blah, because I know you have one. So, spill before I try other ways.”

"It's against the law to kill people!" "To hell with the law!" Scarface snarled, kicking me squarely in the chest. "We're getting paid to do a job. Even God himself couldn't stop me now." Amid the searing pain, my eyes caught the familiar tattoo of a black dragon on his arm, and a spark of hope ignited inside me. That was the symbol that I'd designed for Dad's underground organization, the Blackscale Syndicate, when I was eight years old. The Whitethorns' empire was massive, stretching across the globe and crossing both sides of the law, and the Blackscale Syndicate was in charge of handling the dirty, messy work behind the scenes.

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

The moment I cuddled into his side, he softened just a little. “Alpha Slade, Luna Piper, this is my mate Luke,” Sage said, gesturing to the prisoner across from him. “He’s from the North River pack.” “And he tried to kidnap our future Luna,” Piper spat, glaring at Kane. Kane just smirked. “Just doing my job,” he said nonchalantly.

Patrick snarls. There is a blonde one who has already wet himself and is now crying. A long-haired brown headed one with a scar from his eye to his chin who looks defiant. And the one I found under my bed. He is bald with tattoos on his head. I see a SOH printed at the top of his neck. I pull back his shirt collar and see it, flames surrounding a motorbike with pitchfork behind it. “Who sent you?” I ask using my Alpha command.

I pull a blanket over Parker and I when Denver and the unknown guy walk into the room. "Hey." Denver says in his usual bored tone and I can't help but smile. I probably look like a psychopath. "Hi. I'm Nathan. You can call me Nate." The guy with the dark skin introduces himself. He's handsome to say the least. "Kera. Nice to meet you." I say shaking his hand when he reaches out. "You too." "Baby?" I hear Parker's sexy, deep, sleepy voice call out. I look down at him with a smile and he gives me one back with his eyes still closed.