So I'm A Spider So What Novels & Stories

Now is not the time. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” he replies, his brown eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he looks away. We continue, growing more confident with each obstacle that we overcome. But then, I spot them—spiders. Big, black, eight-legged monsters clinging to the walls like grotesque ornaments. I shudder, my skin crawling at the sight. “Ugh, spiders,” I mutter, feeling the color drain from my face. Karl looks at me, then back at the spiders. “You want to go back?”

If I get locked here then the next time they open this room they are going to get my dead body lying somewhere here and my skeleton will be a new home for all this spider. God what is it? Someone's storage room or A****n rainforest. Why are there so many spiders? I think I am going to find some rare kind here. Zoologists should come here to find some rare species. "Ahh what the hell is that? ". I felt something crawling on my back. I looked on my shoulder to see what was crawling. When I saw a big spider with black spikes covering its body crawling up on my shoulder I screamed on top of my voice .I threw the cleaning supplies on the floor and started slapping my shoulder to get rid of it. I

Stacey Spiders. Ive always hated them. There is something about those creepy crawlies that makes my skin crawl. Even as a young girl, I never liked them. Aurora once challenged me to eat one as a kid. We were playing dares, and she knew how much I hated spiders. I refused. She didn’t. I watched as she ate it for me; I don’t think that girl is afraid of anything. She laughed the entire time, watching my face as it drained of colour. I still can’t believe she did it, even now. I’m not sure if it is the legs, the eyes, or how they hunt and kill their prey, or what it is that terrifies me so much, probably all the above. But I hate them.

Jake called, voice strained. I arched, moaning softly. "All good, brother." But I was far from it. The game had begun, my innocent facade cracking just enough to tease. They thought they owned me, chased away every boy who sniffed around. Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs.

It's my body's way of recovering faster after losing precious blood. I'm drifting now into sleep fast. While I'm in a deep sleep, I dream of Zion. I was walking in a forest, surrounded by towering trees, when I came to a clearing in the middle of the woods and saw Zion caught in a powerful spider web. My heart skipped a beat, filled with dread. "Sis, please help me!" He screamed to get my attention.

he replied, letting out a chuckle as if he had uttered a joke and his companions joined in. My eyes narrowed, and I was about to talk again, trying to negotiate with him, when my gaze fell on a tattoo on his wrist. It looked vaguely familiar, but before I could recognise it, the ground under my feet cracked. I looked up with wide eyes and saw the men staring at me with equally surprised gazes. Before I could even try to move, the sand under my feet slipped away and then I was falling…

Could something have happened to him? I shook my head, trying not to think about that worst possibility. Nutty must have already found Peter and was on his way back. As I prayed wholeheartedly for Nutty, I suddenly felt a strange crawling sensation on my hand. Looking down, I saw a black spider perched on my hand. Its body was round and plump, covered in fine hair. Its eight fuzzy, long legs crawled across my skin, immediately causing a burning pain.

That was why each spider had its own web. But these spiders were genetically engineered. Who knew what else had been added to them? This would make phase one difficult for every team. If Legendary Trinity were easy, there would be no point in calling it a survival game. “How many spiders are around the main nest?” Fredrick asked. “Not sure. Two dozen. Maybe three. I’m not worried about the small ones, but the broodmother.” Damian exhaled. “Have you ever felt your skin crawl just from looking at something?”

I rubbed my baby bump and walked forward, speaking with cool detachment. When Paula heard this, her face filled with disdain as she curled her lips. "It's just a spider bite! We dealt with plenty of spiders back home. It's no big deal. "You city folks are just too soft. We're not afraid of these things." Oliver chimed in, "Exactly, quit being so dramatic. We're perfectly fine, aren't we?" I raised my voice. "But this isn't an ordinary spider. It's a Black Widow! The venom is extremely potent. If you don't get treatment immediately, you could die."

"Whatever she's got coming for you, you deserve it." ---- After Anthony poked me in the chest, and glaring at me, all three of them walked off. I'm not scared of anything. Well all but one thing. Spider's. Those creatures are creepy and dangerous. Imagine me, a big bad boss mafia leader afraid of spiders. I could crush them with my shoe. Melody couldn't possibly find out out fears that quickly. She'd have to have someone who's known us for a long time tell her. But no one knows what my fear is.