Sam Alexander Ultimate Spider-man Novels & Stories

Alexander snapped. A low growl of defiance rumbled in Sam’s chest, causing Alexander to start rolling up his sleeves. “I suggest you back away from the girl right now, or you’ll find yourself in the cage right next to her with a syringe full of silver jabbed into your heart,” Alexander snarled.

"He's been told I'm his father. But we're going to tell him the truth. He deserves to know his real dad." "I'm coming home." Sounds of movement, drawers opening. "Tonight. Now. Whatever flight I can get." "What about your work in Italy?" "To hell with work!" Alexander shouted. "I have a son! A little boy who's been used as a weapon by his own grandfather. Nothing else matters." "Alex, breathe-" "Did he suffer?" His voice cracked again. "Being used in Samuel's schemes? Being taught to perform on command?" I closed my eyes against the pain. "Samuel had experts teach Martha how to coach him. When to make him call me daddy, when to make him cry for maximum impact..."

Aaron blinks his eyes to understand the situation. Samantha is screaming uncontrollably on the couch. "What is she up to?" Aaron asked Damon, who was hitting his head with his hand. Damon made a gesture ahead while showing the "spider." "Spider, fuck you!" Samantha yelled out. "Ahh! Someone threw this fucking spider from here! "She exclaimed, leaping onto the couch. "Hey, Samantha," Aaron called. Peter, Martin, and Jay approached the room. "Aaron, take out this spider from here. I hate spiders a lot." Samantha yelled out.

“I was just confirming my statement with the Sherriff and the Officers.” “Sherriff?” I turned to face the new guy and almost immediately, I got this feeling that he looked familiar. He had dark brown hair with bright green eyes and a huge built that...I was coming to think of as some kind of genetic mutation in almost all men in these mountains. I mean…literally everyone in the Sapphire Mountains, every man to be more specific, was hot as hell and no less than six feet four. I think I might get spondylitis by the time I leave this clinic.

“I stabbed him, but it wasn’t me.” The way he said this like it made perfect sense made me want to punch him even more. “You’re clearly not making any sense. Excuse me while I take Zach with me and leave. You can go to hell or whatever.” I walked back to Zach who was still lying on the floor. How the hell am I going to carry him when he is twice my size? “Let me take him home. I won’t hurt him.” Alexander said. He’s actually crazy if he thinks I will let him do that.

Where in the world could such cheap acts exist? "Refusing to take a hint, are you? So, what's your next move?" The pent-up fury within Samuel erupted. Under usual circumstances, he would have chopped Alexander into pieces long ago. "That ambush on my arm was a bit much, don't you think?" Alexander pointed toward the Black Widow. He had left a thread of mercy in this matter. "Damn it. Kill him! He dares to negotiate with me," Samuel stood up abruptly, glaring fiercely at Alexander. In his eyes, anyone who defied him deserved death.

“Alex, how many times have I told you not to run around the living room with food or a drink in your hand? You’re becoming a naughty little boy.” That naughty little boy was Mr Sam’s son; Alexander Sam-Junior Pierce or as I would like to call him, little Alex.

Alex sighed cutting his hand placing some of his blood in an empty solo cup “ here. Drink.” “ Are you serious??” He hesitated for a moment until he realized we were serious. Taking the cup he sniffed it before drinking it like a shot. “ how do you feel?” I asked getting back up so Alex can sit back down “ It hurts for a split second but I think I’m okay. Can he tell me that I broke the connection?” He looked worried. All I want to do is whip that look off his face and replace it with happiness.

As Sam sprinted across the parking lot to where he had left his truck, a black SUV pulled out of a parking spot and raced toward him. His initial instinct was to turn the other way and run, until he heard a familiar voice shouting his name. “Sam! Get in!” Alex Sanchez yelled as he pulled the vehicle around.

“I learned about dinosaurs! And I drew a family! And Tommy said his dad is a lawyer! And I said my dad is a superhero! And—” _Silence._ He stopped. Looked at Adrian. At the scar. Thin. Pink. Healing. “Is your ouch better,” Alex asked. Quiet. 5 years old. Remembering. Chapter 54. Gun. Blood. “All better,” Adrian said. Crouching. Tapping the scar. “See? Superhero healing.” “Good,” Alex said. Nodded. Serious. “Because we need you. For 3 AM. And 3 PM. And all the times.”