Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

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

After 10 minutes. The bad guy was beaten to death without even defending! "Ouch! How dare you picked me? Humph! This handsome one is not you! But me! Hahaha!" Then he picks pocketed the guy and signed in on the top. "Handsome Park!" That is Luis Park! Onlookers and the bad guy. "o.O" 'Shameless!' They thought. Of course, this is the real Shameless! Luis Park! All of his neighbourhood greets him while smiling! He is somewhat a hero of their residence. When he beat a bad guy they would not defend.

The news had reached them. Adrian had found the secrets buried beneath his empire. A heavy silence settled over the room, only disturbed by the rhythmic tapping of fingers against the table’s surface. A man, draped in a dark coat with a scar slashing across his jaw, exhaled sharply. "I wasn’t aware there was actually another underground where they could keep something like that," he murmured, his voice rough with irritation. His name was parker, and he was the one who handled intelligence for the masked Men.

Sanjana was having a hard time controlling her anger while Maya found this conversation amusing. "You must've heard of the famous line quoted by Mr Parker, the one from Spiderman. With the great power comes great responsibility. I have the power of eliminating those who come under my radar and I kill them as per my orders it's a simple business." Maya shrugged her shoulders making Sanjana wanting to bash the head of the former female against the wall forgetting about the knife pressed over her beating heart. "You are so vile! Stay away from Shivansh!" Sanjana hissed making Maya tilt her head to one side feeling a strange tug in her bosom.

"Those mother fuckers,is there any lead." Immediately she had said those words, the sounds of Sirens echoed up the walls of the building as silence swept back into the room filling me with temporary relief. A ping sounded, and the doors opened to the apartment as everything still seems dark and shallow despite the light, every breath hurts. A man in a Police suits stood in the small hallway and walked in, he gave Zavier a h a small nod as I numbly stepped beside him. He stood by the open door, his gaze focused above my head. “Mr. Zavier Wood." "I am Detective J.K Parker."

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

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.

“Don’t sweat it, Jackie Boy. I’m fine.” Jack watched him saunter to his car, a frown on his face. Whatever Carter was doing now, it couldn’t be good. Jack had never seen Parker so messed up. The guy was the very epitome of cool, and he looked decidedly uncool right now. Parker slumped into his car seat and groaned. He was so fucking tired. All he wanted was his bed and about a month of sleep. But he couldn’t. He didn’t know how he would ever sleep again. Especially not as long as she was in his apartment.