Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

******* In one of the VIP luxurious suits, on the topmost floor, another man was sitting with his legs on the table with a monitor before him as the screen was displaying the live telecast of the meeting that was going on in the other room. This man sat casually with a cigarette rolling in his fingers as he looked coldly at the screen in front of him. Despite his cold look, there was a terrifying dark aura around him. Strength emanates from every inch of this man. He had such a commanding appearance that could make anyone tremble in fear. He was the real Black Panther. The one and the only, Robert Erickson. The famous CEO of the Erickson group and the boss of the most terrifying mafia gang e

I’m supposed to have fun, but to be honest, I’m bored. A guy steps out from the lounge. My attention is drawn to him because he’s so much taller than the other kids who are emptying the punch bowl. He’s wearing jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. When he turns his head and fixes his gaze on me, I recognize him from outside. He’s the driver of the Alpha Spider. His lips tilt as he scrunches up the cup in his hand and aims for the trashcan against the wall, throwing a perfect hit without taking his eyes off me.

might be putting it mildly for the dude's battle-worn look. His nose, clearly busted more than once, took a detour to the left. His eyes, small and cold, seemed to have absorbed every bit of darkness from his past. And those teeth—what was left of them—played hide and seek behind a gnarly, uneven grin that could give children nightmares. Every detail about the guy was just plain repulsive, the kind of dude you wouldn't catch me standing next to even if someone had a gun to my head. "Boys, meet Tony Parker," Dad announced and the blood froze in my veins.

“Oh Lord. Fate is an ugly bitch that hates you with a passion.” “My thoughts exactly.” She touched her finger to her lips and looked toward the ceiling as she shuffled through the rest of his questions. “He’s tall like you, but built like a line-backer with great hair, beautiful skin and eyes that make your heart want to melt.” Parker rolled his eyes. “Glad nothing’s changed. God forbid the lady killers from our childhood grow potbellies and actually have to work for attention.”

My wolf did not even get the chance to sit down for three consecutive hours. "Really? Then he could be that hot if a twenty-six years old man makes your heart race. Who could that be? Do we know this guy?" She chirped. "Maybe or maybe not," she said. "He was once a security guard in our school. His name is Ethan Parker." I quickly lifted my eyes to the woman who breathes out my name. To my surprise, my eyes landed in front of Penelope Garcia. It was her voice who breathes out my name, my wolf is certain.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I whispered. “I know. That’s what scares him.” He glanced over. “You’re the only thing in his world that doesn’t have a price tag.” I stared at him, at the curve of his jaw, the tiny scar near his eyebrow from when he fell off his skateboard last year, the way he looked at me like I was human—messy, complicated, and still worth choosing. “Where are we going?” I asked. He smiled. “Anywhere but there.” Which turned out to be a 24-hour diner that smelled like burnt coffee and salvation. We slid into a booth with cracked red vinyl seats, steam clinging to the windows, everything humming with fluorescent light and late-night loneliness.

Normally, I wouldn’t even remember my previous address. “Why do you ask?” he taunted. I was going to break his nose, too, and that was going to be a shame because he was the guy who stitched people up usually. “Why are you not fucking answering?” I raised my voice. Carter was a Savage, but he wasn’t a savage, if you catch my drift. He was a badass, sure, but not as aggressive and nasty as Derek and I were, unless you really pissed him off. But make no mistakes. He was the quiet sociopath who was more dangerous than all of us combined.

After those words left my lips Parkers head snapped up to mine, "Why would you be looking for me?" "Because your the new Giants King and I need you for the war against Bane, The Vampire King." The look on Parkers face was priceless, he was so shocked because of that. "Told you she was the future Moon Goddess." Thane said with a triuamphant smirk. I smirked towards Parker as well. After the confusion and shock left his still adorable face he finally spoke, "We will definately help you in the war and im sure you know my reasons." I nodded feeling sorry for him.

I was happy that I finally got to meet him, with a smile on my face I followed his scent till I got to the open field where he was. I stood and watched as he slew other rogues like me with his sword, he fought with vigor and his movement was swift. I moved closer to know who he was, lo and behold, it was the newly coronated alpha of the hallowed manes pack, Chris Parker, my sworn enemy and an enemy to my family, my smile turned into a big frown.