Son Of Spider-man Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 14 BROKEN AIDEN I sit alone in the west garden playing with my favorite spider man toy. It's late afternoon, father is at work and mother is passed out drunk as always. These few hours are the only time I can enjoy some semblance of peace. I imagine that one day I would wake up with extraordinary powers, powers strong enough to heal my mother and make my father young forever so that we can become a happy family. The steady sound of footsteps echo loudly around me resounding inside my brain, making my heart tremble with fear; mother is awake! I quickly throw spider man behind a bush, “sorry spider man.” I whisper as I hurriedly stand to my feet.

He was none other than Cloudsea’s secret mastermind, Theodore Chance — also known as Third Master Chance. The couple on his left were his eldest daughter, Jeanette, and his son-in-law, Tiger. They were not people to be trifled with, either. Although Tiger was a ruthless mob boss in the underworld, he was reserved and respectful in front of his father-in-law. He barely dared to say a word.

"Why don't you ever stay in your room or hang with Cooper and Everett?" "Cooper tried to feed me to Brie's Goliath Birdeater Spider and Everett rode his bicycle off a bridge, again. He's currently lost at sea somewhere but I've sent a team to rescue him," Clay squinted his eyes as he plucked out the buttons of his shirt. The one that caught his attention was the spider. He looked at his son over his shoulder with a questioning look. "I don't think spiders that small can eat humans, Hendrix,"

she replies, her voice choked with restrained emotion. Her confession leaves me dazed. A son... I'm a father. The idea seems so distant and surreal as if belonging to an alternate reality. "A son...?" I whisper, my mind struggling to process this unexpected revelation. Karen confirms once again, and I feel like the ground has been ripped out from under my feet. I have a son, a son I never knew existed. Completely bewildered, I pace the room back and forth before approaching Karen. Her eyes meet mine, reflecting the same bewilderment I feel.

Like father like son. Lawrence D Simon, son of Simon D Kenzy. Everyone knows him as Larry, The Night hunter. He loves to hunt but only at night. He hunts everything. From drugs to ladies and even human organs. Lawrence doesn't involve with his father's busniess nor does he plans to, he simply wanted to just enjoy life. Marcus and Lawrence are of the same age but they just don't get along. No body knows why even though they go way back together.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

Just like what I saw last night, his body was toned and perfect. Several seconds passed, and we waited for Lazarus to resurface, but almost a minute passed and he still hadn't come up from the pool. I noticed that Law, Laki, and Ruin were no longer there. I hadn't realized when they came in. A servant approached us and handed me a white towel for Lazarus before quickly leaving. "Spiderman!" The tension in my chest eased when Lazarus finally surfaced, still holding Zon's toy. I stood up and lifted my son as Lazarus stood in front of us. He handed the Spiderman toy to Luzon while his other hand smoothed back his wet hair.