Spider Man Days Novels & Stories

I’ll have enough money to live three lifetimes without having to work, so I will use all of my resources to find out the truth. “Are you ready, lass?”, Spider asks, and I nod my head. He has become a dear friend this last few days, and I wouldn’t be able to do this without him. But his service needs to end; his time protecting me is coming to an end. I had the lawyer draw papers for the divorce, making sure that the deal that bound us together stayed active.

But the determination in his eyes didn't fade. ************ Three days later, Spider was back on the streets of New York. He moved carefully through the city's arteries, blending into the urban landscape the way he always had—quiet, observant, patient. The shoulder slowed him down, forced him to think twice before every physical action, but it didn't stop him. He started where all dirty jobs eventually led: the underbelly. Small-time fixers who knew everyone's business. Weapons runners who asked no questions but heard all the answers.

Unfortunately, before I could even take two steps, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me back. Zachary. What the hell. Not today… please not today. “So now you’re pretending I don’t exist?” he said with a mocking smile. “Why? Regretting the day you decided to mess with me?” “I’m not in the mood to fight today,” I answered tiredly. “Can we continue this tomorrow?” My vision was already starting to blur. “You mean you can’t handle me,” Zachary scoffed arrogantly. “You started this little game, and now you’re backing out?”

“The time we’ve wasted and lost.” “But then you showed up here two days ago, at long fucking last,” Spider said. “When you stormed in like some lovesick teenaged Romeo and said that you loved her, I was ready to dance on the goddamn tables, I swear. I pretended to not know you, but I let you stay here and hang out. I pushed her to talk to you, and I promised myself that if you two sorted it out between you, I’d finally tell you about the gun. And now I have.”

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

Spider had snickered when I told him my concern. I was in no mood to be made fun of, so I sent him off to Arcron while I still had the chance. Knowing the idiot, he would take as many pictures and videos as he could of Inferno going up in flames, and then he would send them to me every time we had an argument. I swear, Spider was more annoying than a brother. I checked the time. It would be 10 pm in three minutes. Spider should have arrived in Arcron two hours ago. His lack of a response was more unnerving than ever.

Spider wanted the big devil, and he was willing to do anything. He would make the big devil go crazy. Spider poured a glass of wine, secretly adding in a pill. He drugged the wine, steered it and handed it to Royalty. It was the second time he was drugging him. One more time_Spider grinned. And boom! The ruthless Zeus would return. Royalty accepted the wine. He gulped it all in one go, dropped the cup and demanded more. Spider smirked, filling up his glass again. " You shouldn't drink so much Zeus. Your wife might think I took you to a whore house. "

Most times he had seen the man creeping back to the house after his wife had gone for groceries, making curious noises with the new lady who just got an apartment in the tenement. “Does your wife know what you do with Miss Jill?” Jason asked. His question got the response he wanted, for it paused Marcus in his tracks. When the man came for him again, he could not recognize him. He pummeled him with hands that frequently handled heavy sledge hammers till the others were now dragging the blacksmith off him. From the corner of his swollen eyes, Jason saw his siblings watching like people defeated; it gnawed at his heart. If he could not fight for himself, how was he supposed to protect these on