Sad Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Jacob’s POV, “I don’t know what’s going on, but Sadie and her parents are on there way back now.” Doctor Kim sat me down and told me. We had to be there when they released her to me at the police station where they would be arrested for leaving with her. Sadie had a lot of talents but mind control was not one of them. I was confused but happy at the same time. I couldn’t wait to get my girl back. “Just understand this. Even though Sadie’s parents bring her back. We still have to prove that Sadie is not crazy and can cope in this world without help.” I understood what the doctor was saying, but as long as I had Sadie I knew this was all going to work out.

He was not the same boy before. Now, he had become Quinn Parker, the guy who kills. The powerful gangleader of the North Side.

Carson asked and I beckoned them to come closer, I see Sophia didn't lean in close like them so I grabbed the back of her neck in all of a sudden and brought her close to us, we were all in a circle and I looked at them with a smirk. "The Parker's." I whispered and then leaned back, leaving Sophia alone. "What the fuck?!" Carson yelled in surprise, I looked at Sophia who was startled and I guess fear took over her body. The Parker's are the family that you should look out for, they are usually from New York but they came to live in California which I will have to go there. Mostly Kyle Parker, the devil of New York, apparently he's the boss in their family mafia, Carter gave him the role for

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

******* 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

Mitch pushed back from his desk, raised his arms over his head, and stretched. "No, no, I'm not embarrassed by him. He wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so I made the deal with the Denver people, but he always handled the money when it was delivered." "And his name?" Mitch asked. "I call him Parker because that was his name when we met but-" Her gaze searched the room, as if wondering if she'd already said too much. "Oh, what the hell. His real name is Albert Morrow. He's a former FBI agent on the lam, but you probably already know that, too, don't you?" Her eyes shot daggers at Joe sitting adjacent to her.

Queen Zari takes a pair of shorts from a nearby guard and throws them at the boy's feet. "His name is Peter. He's a sadistic fuck that likes bullying pups and thinks it's funny to beat up people and apparently he also thinks rejection is a valid reason to kill someone's sister!" he snarls and I jump a little when he suddenly smashes his fist into the boy's face.

"Good, stay out of sight, Parker. The guy used to be with hunters. He is unpredictable and dangerous. Stay for a couple of days and if nothing changes, come home." "Will do, Alpha," Parker said before ending the call. I placed my phone on my desk, letting out a heavy sigh as I rested my forehead on my hands. "So this is what an unmarked mate does instead of seeling his bond with a more than willing female waiting in their bedroom." Paige's voice drawled as she entered my office. I rubbed my hands down my face, looking up at her. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame as she looked at me. An amused expression filled her hazel eyes.

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.”