Sad Peter Parker の小説・ストーリー

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore that lady! Cherish her! I have since she was a youthful young lady. Don’t you set out come around here retching presumptions, debasing what you’ll never get it! You’re a stage to her, a few chance to see how the other side lives. She merits way better and so offer assistance me God, I’ll do my damnedest to keep her absent from you! Get off my property, some time recently I call the police and have you arrested!” Parker spit, inspired by his enthusiastic appear of feeling, but distant from hindered. He might be from the other side of the tracks, but he’d begun on the same side as Isadora and he wasn’t going in reverse. Sticks and stones. His thumb d

I stood up to head to class, and Parker Ford—the school’s star linebacker and a notorious sociopath—deliberately swiped my books off the desk. “Watch it,” I said, reaching down to grab them. He kicked them across the floor. “What are you doing, Parker?” I asked, my voice dangerously low. “What am I doing?” he mocked, towering over me. His buddy Bryan stood nearby, looking uncomfortable in his designer blazer. “Parker, drop it,” Bryan muttered. “Why? It’s just the Charity Case!” Parker barked. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and tried to shove it into my mouth. “You want to earn this, don't you? How about a job on your knees?”

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.

“Doing things without a bottom line at such a young age…people like you are scum of the earth!” “Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kristan Duncan. I’m the cousin of Garry, the mixed martial arts champion! I’m the squad leader of Mordu Police Station’s first branch!” “My cousin asked me to take good care of you when he visited me.” “But I don’t think there’s a need to be courteous to people like you!” “My cousin hates you to the core, yet for Ms. Xavier’s sake, he had to ask me to keep you safe with all my might!”

I plugged in my earphones. It took Parkinson a while before he picked up. I increased the speed and drove down the busy road. That stupid guy again. What exactly does he want from her? Trying to rape her? That guy is a bastard. Jeffrey Milano is an American-based man who is a stalker of Pharita. How did he even get out of the prison? Who bailed him out? Parkinson picked up. "I need your attention, Chasse." "Hey, what's up? You calling me Chasse tonight. What happened to my last name?" He joked. Oh, he is always joking. My tone got more serious and he switched immediately.

He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam. “You’re too excited, Trent,” another one of them grumbles. He’s Gerald Greene, a Texan thug who was one of Salvez’s men before he was betrayed. Calm and collected, his long black hair is tied into a bun. There’s a scar above his left eye and he’s got smooth dark skin. “Enough chit chat!” the fourth man named Parker snaps. He’s in his late twenties with short black hair and a freckled face. A known thief, he was arrested when he tried to steal from a government employee’s house.

This one adorns a formal suit with dark brown hair and amber eyes, looking like a gentleman in his twenties. “Who are you?” I narrow my eyes. “We do not speak of who we are, Ms. Parker,” He answers politely. I scan him from head to toe before coming to a sudden realization. Is this what he means by ‘them’? It can’t be…a reaper?

“I’m sorry, if you’re watching this, or if my son is watching this, tell her I apologize. I am deserved to be called inhuman. I am a monster, indeed. And I know nothing about the pain and hardship you’re feeling right now because of your parent’s d-death, that was my doing…” Peter Carter heaved a deep sigh, closing his eyes as if he’s having a hard time to breath. “I’m not expecting to get forgiven. Even my life won’t be enough to pay for what I did, so as a coward and a heartless man that I am, I am just going to make this video for you.” He straightened his back and for the first time, he looked at the camera with so much determination in his eyes.

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.