Spectacular Spider Man Watch Novels & Stories

It was the most beautiful watch I’d ever laid my eyes on. “Frankie ..” I breathed. He grinned, taking it out of the box. “It’s a Rolex Submariner .. white gold. But it’s vintage and the um .. place I got it basically put two watches together.. to make this one.” He said. The striking blue watch face contrasted with the white gold in a way that made it so gorgeous it almost hurt to look at it. I immediately started crying again .. and held out my arm for Frankie to put it on. Then I hugged him tightly.

He walked over and sat in the chair across from me. "I’m just tired," I replied. "It’s been a long day already." "It’s barely started," he said. He leaned forward and placed the velvet box on my knees. "Open it. I’ve been waiting weeks for this to be finished." I looked down at the box. My hands felt heavy as I reached for the lid. I slowly pulled it open. Inside, resting on a cushion of white silk, was a watch. It was beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. The metal was a brushed, dark silver, and the face was a deep midnight blue with silver hands. It didn't look like a piece of jewelry. It looked like a piece of machinery.

It’s to be expected, I guess, given she’s never truly had a childhood. We walk into what looks like a jewellery store, but it doesn’t look like an overly expensive one. Sasha walks towards the counter to speak to the owner while I browse. There were beautiful timepieces on display, and I contemplated buying one for Michael to say thank you for everything until one particular timepiece caught my attention. It was jet black, and the label said it was made from obsidian ore, with silver and gunmetal inlays. But that wasn’t what caught my attention; it was the engraving on the edge of the face:

He was so good with her, so sweet, and I was ashamed that I’d assumed it was all an act and that he was just a jerk who knew how to fool people. “Ash?” “Yeah?” “I don’t think I can handle another horror movie tonight.” “Probably not the best idea. Have you seen the newest Spider-Man movie?” “I saw it when it first came out. But it was awesome. I’d watch it again.” “You sure? We can pick another.” “No, if you want to watch it, then I’m good with that. Remember, geek here. I’m all about superheroes.” “Especially if they’re in tights?” he teased.

He did it with the ease of a man who never needed permission. I raised a brow, wary. “What now?” He pulled a sleek device from his pocket—a watch, “A prototype. Hologram technology. Projects 3D images you can feel and hear. Ricchezza tech—not even on the market yet.” The watch was stunning—its band studded with diamonds, delicate and feminine yet unmistakably expensive. At the center, the round gold face bore the image of a panther mid-prowl with emerald eyes. A symbol of beauty and control.

I raised my eyebrows, gesturing for him to enlighten me. “Here,” Hunji pointed to the screen, tapping on the monitor. I looked where his finger rested pointing at the man’s outstretched arm. Once he pulled his finger away I saw what he was clearly pointing to. “Good fucking catch, Hunji!” I exclaimed in pure surprise and astonishment as I looked at the man’s wrist and saw the obviously expensive as shit watch he had dangling around his wrist. A watch he couldn’t afford, a watch that had been commissioned and was one of a kind. Kellen’s watch Lamia had gifted him on their eighteenth birthday.

I answered while still eating. “Okay, okay,” He said, still laughing. “Oh, finish that, it’s the last bite,” I accepted that, he looked at his wristwatch, wait, what the fuck? “In a bit, you’ll be taking medicine, the dosage in your dextrose is too high, so eat, for your body to handle it, okay?” I just looked at his wristwatch, “Is that an authentic watch?” It’s a Blancpain Fifty Fathoms Automatic 45 mm, it cost half a million, “Is it legit?” I didn’t hesitate to ask him.

Another polite chuckle from the crowd, then he unwraps it. It’s a watch box, and the watch inside is beautiful, the strap is a dark gunmetal colour and the face is only a narrow band around the edge, which was a dark almost navy blue. The same as his eyes, the middle of the dial was see-through and he could see the movement working. He pulled it out to look at it, and noticed that the back plate was also see-through. She smiles and leans in to whisper,

Enzo Moretti sits in the VIP section, one leg crossed over the other, silver eyes scanning the stage with cool detachment, ignoring the murmurs around him. The auction begins. A delicate female Omega with long silver hair and pale skin is the first to be paraded under the spotlight. Her movements show this one was clearly trained, a pure blooded wolf, very expensive. Bidding starts at twenty million and quickly climbed to forty million. Enzo didn't raise his paddle. Another Omega followed --a tall, athletic male with golden-brown skin and striking amber eyes. This was was obviously desperate to serve, swinging his hips as he paraded across the stage.

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."