Spider Man Captured Novels & Stories

He then took the bottle in his lab gown to put the spider. "I think this is a goodbye," he said, almost crying. "What are you two doing here?" Andrius' voice made them focus on him when he showed up in front of them. "Sir!" Hunter salutes, which the guy mimicked. "What's that thing?" He asked while looking at the bottle Hunter's holding. "It's uhm spider, Sir. It was in the lab, however I decided to take her out to get some fresh air because she's pregnant." Hunter said.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone dinged. I reached for it, expecting a work email. Instead, it was an encrypted message from an unknown number. I opened it, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a photo of Leo. He was in a dimly lit room, his shirt off, his jeans hanging low on his hips. He wasn't looking at the camera; he was looking at his own reflection, his hand resting on the back of his neck. The light caught the muscles of his chest and the sharp line of his jaw. He looked beautiful. He looked dangerous.

CHAPTER SEVEN A few weeks after the captured blood rogues were killed, a heavy fog filled the land. This got the people talking, but the fog cleared away in a few days. Astrid tried to warn Ragnar to return the Moon Stone to her people. She didn't care if he planned on killing her, but he should return what belonged to her people. Ragnar tells her the stone doesn't belong to her people, but with his. He tells her it was stolen from them many years ago, just then they are interrupted by Ragnar's Beta, Ryan Holster—who was the only one that treated Astrid like a human in the pack.

Just as she was starting to relax, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she muttered coldly, and the door creaked open, revealing her personal thug, Spider. “Good Evening, my lady,” he winked, and walked in, his eyes scanning the room before returning back to her. "What is it, Spider?" she asked, her voice husky and confident. “Did you guys succeed in capturing her?” He hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before he leaned in closer to her. "We didn't succeed,” he whispered. “Mr. Rodrigo seems to have his eyes closely on her, he suddenly intervened, sending a convoy to come get her.”

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

I look through Alena’s files, the list of staff seeing what the old babysitter was called, then sitting and finding as much information on her and Jo as she had. Sending it to the lads I ask them to dig and find anything they can, sitting I spend the rest of my morning searching online articles about Spider, the times he was taken in for questioning but let go as no one was willing to give him up. Finding him on social media, I go through his pictures, picture after picture and I see Mary a lot. I keep going, the picture stopping me, this guy, he was sitting at the bar here, he is one of Alena’s inside security, Spider has everything covered. I need a way in this gang, a way to be trusted, a

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, a hand clamps over her mouth. Betty stood on her ground trying to fight this time, but her captor’s grip was firm, after much struggles she loses her strength and her captor threw her into the truck of his car, she hears him speak on the phone to a caller “Boss I’ve got her, i’m bringing her to base” he laughs maniacally, “we can end it all now, her body is the key to open the door”. When she heard him say this her heart dropped, her eyes filled with tears of regret of her actions just when she felt hopeless Mateo appears out of nowhere, his eyes blazing with anger.

The city skyline stretched beyond the massive glass windows, glittering beneath the night sky. Timothy Blackwood stood with one hand resting lightly against the edge of a sleek conference table. Tall. Calm. Impeccably dressed in a dark suit. His sharp grey eyes were fixed on the massive screen across the room. The security logs replayed the intrusion in perfect detail. A technician standing nearby swallowed nervously. “We’ve never seen anything like this before,” the man admitted. Timothy said nothing. The recording showed the unknown hacker slipping through the first firewall. Then the second.

He sighed and walk closer to Primo who seems to fall in love what's what on his camera. He wanna see it too, so he tap his fingers on Primo's shoulder. At first, Primo didn't notice until the second try he did. "You can't believe what I just captured." He beamed and Allen grinned. "May I see?" He asked gently and Primo handed him his camere. And, he himself was mesmerized. He perfectly matches the feature of that half faced sculpture, making it a perfect face. He shifted his gaze on Primo, who's also watching him with wide smile.

Like he had been starving for me, and I was the only thing that could sate his hunger. And that was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. He was my captor, damn it. A mafia lord. The kind of man you ran from, not towards. Yet here I was, still tasting him, still replaying the feel of his mouth, the weight of his body, the way he had looked at me after.