Novel & Cerita Son Of Spider-man

“Uncle? You are my…” “If you dare call me your son…” Spider swiped a gun from behind his waist and pointed it between the bars. The impostor didn’t look too shocked. “You found out. I knew you would. Especially with her on your side.” He pointed his chin in my direction. “You take after your father. Romanos was way too cautious for his own good. Until he met Hyacinth, that is.” His laugh made me consider blowing his brains out. Was he trying to keep himself alive or provoke us to kill him?

Seriously, like mother like daughter. "Ahh, I don't know. I don't have webs coming out of my fingers. I'm just me. Peter Parker" he said as she nodded. "My parents died in a fire accident when I was 10 years old. I was taken to a foster home till I was 18. Then I came back to my dad's house which has been renovated to claim it. Though the mayor put it out under rentage. He gave part of the money to me and that's what I've been surviving on" he said as Mrs. Woods felt remorseful.

“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.” My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go. In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online. The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

"Damn! The old man just killed his son, how unbelievable!" "That is what you think Boss, but rumor has it that Jordan is not the biological son and there is someone affiliated to Mister Goh by blood residing in Italy. There are rumors circulating that his real son is hiding and secretly running the business there." I raised one brow. "Italy? Of all places!? And that explains why it was easy for him to strike Jordan and end his life. How many secrets are there in his closet? I assume that Julliana does not know about it yet."

I asked looking at him through the rearview mirror. "Octavious." Little one said looking at me. "Octavious Russo." I asked turning around in my seat to look at little one. Little one nodded his head and I turned back in my seat looking outside. He can't be. No....he can't be Octavious Russo, king of the underworld and don of the Italian mafia. It makes sense now because Elijah looked familiar. I once saw a picture of Octavious Russo with a little baby in his arms. So, this shy little boy is the son of the ruthless Octavious Russo and heir to his mafia. So much for keeping little Marcus away from the mafia and he ends up becoming best friends with the son of the fucking king of the underworld

Pulling me closer, he breathed me in as if he needed it like he needed his next breath. "Tell him to go away, Sofia. Tell him to leave. I don't want to see his face." He hated him. He hated his father. But why? Was Sinister the reason behind his hatred for criminals? I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Sinister Petrosyan was his father. "He will leave. But please, calm down. You're scaring me," I mumbled, running my hand through his midnight strands to soothe him. "I knew you would be good for my son," Sinister, who was silently watching us till now, spoke.

The father of my son who didn't know he had a child. Darius Nightshade. Alpha of Crescent Moon. And my greatest fear.

Spencer slowly moved toward them as River and the boy slowly stood up. "What's wrong with you my son?" Spencer asked Spawn. River crookedly while glancing at the child he said was his son. "Y-your child? I-I mean you have a child?" River asked Spencer full of astonishment, 'cause he thought Spencer was still young. "Yes, he is my son. He's Spawn Vilavide, why?" He said without hesitation and almost didn’t care about River’s astonished reaction. "Daddy! mommy is back with us." Spawn said to his father Spencer while looking at River with a smile.