Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

A middle-aged man with brown hair politely nodded at me. "Alpha Aidan, I’m Peter, a private investigator hired by Luna Freya."

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 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

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.

Zander yelled in my mind. My head jerked to my right and then my left before I saw him. He hung suspended in the air near some oak trees, and he grunted as he struggled against invisible bonds. A young, dark-haired man with a merciless smile stood below him. He wore a suit, which told me he'd been one of Maverick's attackers at the dance. His hand was raised as if he were controlling Zander like a puppeteer. He must be a telekinetic, like Luke. Once he had him in the air, Zander's strength and speed didn't do squat against this guy's powers. Something about him looked familiar.

"Because I want to help you. And, right now, I don't care if you don't want my help, I can see you need it. So, speak up." I wanted to so desperately run my hand down my face but when I tried to flex my fingers, they barely moved, adding to my frustration, "Parker's father is part of the Italian mafia. His family didn't play a major role but recently they have. All because they have an inside man on the force." "Parker," Jericho clipped.

’ I jump half a mile and almost drop dead of a heart attack. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles at me, looking daunting and obviously impressed with his sinister prowess when lurking around in the partially lit apartment. I just eye roll at him as I try to calm my erratic heart and weak limbs. Panther comes to mind. He has the silent, confident walk of a ferocious black beast in the shadows. Wearing what looks like a form-fitting work out tee over sweatpants. Modern day ninja or cold assassin. “Don’t you use beds?” I ask sarcastically, still recovering from my minor stroke as he moves out of the way to let me pass. I lift the milk jug out before I head for the counter past him to

he asked, concerned. She didn't even notice. "Yeah, you can continue." she smiled reassuringly. He stared at her, not entirely convinced. "Okay, then we have Reaper, my brother, and Apprentice. If I were to die without an heir, Parker would be appointed the position of Mafia King. Much like Jack, he is my personal advisor. He ensures that politicians, law enforcement, and government officials stay out of our way. But Parker comes from a dark past like most of us. He was homeless, living on the streets until my father spotted him scavenging for food. My father must have seen something in him that Parker didn't even see in himself cause, like Cassian, my father took him in and treated him like

asked Parker with a faint look on his face, seeming a bit excited. "None of your business!" Vera seemed to not deny and coldly said: "If you just came here to say these useless words, then you can leave!" "Hey! Don't be so heartless, darling Vera!" Parker had a lecherous smile and then forced himself to Vera: "I'm just concerned about you. After all, that riff-raff, Lenn, has already awakened his talent - the Wolverine and has already become a primary warrior. I'm afraid you'll have messed up!"

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.