Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

I called one of Peter’s apprentices. He ran towards my side, slightly bowing his head and waiting for my order. Bragging his well-toned biceps just wearing a ripped sleeveless shirt, knee level shorts and a high cut converse. I assume from his way of clothing he wasn’t able to join his gang in abducting Nate. While Peter and his other members are in an all-black leather concept. So classic gangster style if you ask me.

“You sick fag! I'm not signing this bullshit! Fuck you!” His smirk turned annoyingly mocking. “Just a few minutes ago, you were on the floor, crying and begging me to show mercy upon you. You said you were willing to do anything to earn it. So, what changed, Parker?” “You sick, repulsive cocksucker!” I spat at him. “So, this was your intention all along? You wanted to toy with my family just to corner me, so I'd be left with no choice but to run to you and sign this stupid shit, but guess what? I'm not signing it, you old fuck! You'd have to find another desperate guy to satisfy your fucked up, sexual twisted fantasies because it definitely ain't me!”

Chapter 7 Enemies New and Old Parker led the way, his usual swagger and smirk very much in place. He was objectively handsome, in a blond-and-stacked kind of way, but he was also such a stereotypical alpha douchebag, with his big black motorcycle boots and t-shirt with the cutoff sleeves. Not to mention the forced mating thing. Seeing him again, after months of trying to forget him, I was almost shivering with the desire to flay his flesh from his bones and watch him die screaming. Flanking him were Tyler and four more of his enforcers, with several more behind them, all of them dressed like Parker-clones.

We turn and see that Maddie is entering the room and stops dead, looking between Peter and Parker. Parker hangs his head to the side, crouches down, and crawls. He comes to her and says, “meow.” Maddie opens her eyes wide and says, “Wow! I think I saw a cute kitten!” We all laugh at the same time. She walks up to Parker and says, “Are you my uncle?” He tells her, “I am whatever you want me to be, darling.” I see how she frowns, looking between Peter and Parker with her arms crossed. I hang my head to the side and say, “Is something wrong, baby?”

“Piper’s going to figure this out. She’ll come looking for me. And when she does, I’ll make sure she knows exactly what kind of monster you are.” A slow smirk spreads across my face as I lean down, bringing my face inches from his. My voice drops to a chilling whisper. “Monster? You think that’s an insult? No, Adam. Being a monster is a compliment. Because I’m far worse than that. And just so you know, Piper already knows exactly what I am.” The defiance flickering in his eyes dims, replaced by a glimmer of fear that he can’t quite hide. His voice cracks under the weight of my words as he mutters, “What do you mean, she knows you’re a monster?”

he seen the picture his anger became extreme . he slammed the glass table with his hands and said "kill him I want him to be dead at any cost" assistant nodded his head and wanted to say something but he is being calm and silent milan asked "what you wanted to say" assistant said hesitatingly "sir black panther people were following madam.. don't know why and exactly at the sametime not sure about that people whether belongs to black panther gang or not"

He's the spitting image of Valentine. The alpha from my hometown, Parker, and his father, who was alpha before him, were much more reserved and chill. Alpha Jared, Parker's dad, was a straight-up py. Parker, though laid-back and chill, was freakishly f**g strong and incredibly smart. His relaxed personality paired perfectly with his mate's headstrong ass.