Spider Man Captured Novels & Stories

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.

~ISSA. "Spider, tell me you have something good for me." I barged into his office—technically a small cubicle at the corner and peered into his screen. Spider nearly jumped and removed his headset quickly, then regained composure halfway. "We have found Deucalion, sir!" He immediately held up two pictures to me.

Although communication between Ethan Brooks and the ants was getting clearer, the communication between the ants themselves was still vague and hard to understand for Ethan Brooks. It was like learning elementary English in class, managing to communicate in a foreign country, but then encountering two locals chatting with slang and jargon, leaving you completely confused. Not long after they left, Ethan Brooks became more curious, so he decided to ask Sparta. Before he could ask, the first batch of ants came back. And they had kidnapped a creature. Ethan Brooks almost jumped up from the ground in surprise. The reason it's called a kidnapping is that the ants were dragging a spider web, and t

I pulled Mirian to myself and made sure she was comfortable enough, so that I can feel the welcoming of her soft skin that had a sleek scent of lavender and strawberry. My nose better get used to her scent..... She smiled at me and rested on my laps which earned murmurs from the rest of the people. It became quiet soon enough as I payed deafening ears to all of them and we began the movie Few hours later........ "There's definitely going to be another part" Zeenat said as the movie finally came to an end "The next spiderman is going to be a black guy...trust me" Austin said gulling down a full tail of fried fish

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.

He says. "Now. I want you to get out of this car and place everything you're hiding on your body in front of you where I can see them." He instructs but I don't move. "You can move closer." He instructs into his earpiece and I instinctively look around. Flashing lights from another car appear and stops behind us. Another man with brown hair stops and moves to the back. I look between the car and the man beside me who holds a smirk. "I believe we haven't officially met. I'm the Spider." He says making my head fully snap to him.

The monster hadn't even considered giving me any drop of water talk more of a spoonful of a meal. When I'd opened my eyes sleepily to get a hold of the man's face who had held me captive for five days, I was scared but I had no strength to flinch neither did I have the might to pant. I sat still at the edge of minivan, hanging my head sideways as it rested heavily on the right side of my neck. When my eyes had slowly gone down to his bulging pockets full of ammunition, I knew there was no point fighting or trying to regenerate any strength in me that no longer existed because I knew he was going to shoot me or stab me or simply strangulate me to death without having to forcefully flex a bic

Spider emerged from the shadows behind him, twin daggers glinting in her fingers. “No sudden moves,” she said, smirking. “Unless you want your lungs pierced from both sides.” The man’s eyes darted wildly. “You don’t understand—she’ll skin me alive!” “Oh, sweetheart,” Widowmaker purred, cocking her gun, “we’ll do far worse.” They were within three feet when he bit down hard—something in his jaw cracked. Foam spilled from his lips. Spider surged forward, catching him before he dropped. “Shit!”

man drew closer to Jasmine lifting her face up with one hand on her chin. Her eyes met his, a greenish blue wish colour, slanted the most beautiful she'd ever seen. She compared them to her bulging brown eyes. She'd later learn that he wore contacts lenses. He had chiselled striking features, not just your average middle-eastern look but the man was painfully good looking. She remembered his noticeable features from the accident, of course she hadn't fantasised or imagined it. The man still had a bandage around his arm. "You came beautiful stranger! he uttered, his enthusiastic smile breaking into a emphatic laugh, feeling a little uncomfortable for invading her personal space. She saw his