Spider Man Days Novels & Stories

They had to sprint the last block to the apartment when ominous, dark grey storm clouds started to dump buckets on them. The rain was so bad that Kat and Brenden didn't feel comfortable enough to set out on the road yet. Nor did Dillon and Tony, so they gladly welcomed them to stay as long as they needed. In the meantime, they put on Spiderman with Tobey Maguire. In Tony's opinion and Brenden's personal outrage, Tobey Maguire wasn't the best Spiderman. No, Nicholas Hammond, who was Spiderman for the TV series in the seventies was the best of all of them. Brenden only liked Tobey Maguire because he was the only Spiderman he knew. Poor child, his parents deprived him of the Marvel Classics. St

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

"I know exactly what you're trying to do. If Ruby were really that sick, you'd have been on your knees begging me by now. The fact that you're this calm tells me everything—you're just trying to scare me." I slowly lifted my eyes to look at the man standing in front of me. Familiar, and yet utterly foreign. I had begged him for twenty-eight days. I had dropped to my knees, sobbing until I lost my voice, pleading with him to come back and save our daughter. I had called and texted endlessly, throwing away every shred of my dignity. And all I ever got in return was a dismissive "just wait a little longer." Now, he had the nerve to say I'd never begged at all.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

Suddenly, I dropped to one knee, and she looked at me with wide eyes, confusion swirling in her eyes. “Dearest Mariella, my woman, the lady of my dreams, the angel that can tame this devil, would you do me the honor of marrying me for the next two hundred and eighty days? Make me the happiest man on earth and say yes to me.” I proposed, sliding a ring box out of my pocket, and she looked at me in surprise. “Not like you have a choice anyway. Go ahead, say yes.” I added, and she rolled her eyes. “This was unnecessary, Sir Luciano. That was such a cheesy proposal. Isn't this you being dramatic now?” She asked, pulling her hand from my grip, and the headache returned in full force.

His eyes moved down my body slowly, taking in the dress, the way it fit, the way I'd done my hair. “Perfect,” he said. I didn't know if he meant the dress or me. “Before we leave,” he said, walking over to me, “I need you to understand something.” “What's that?” He pulled out a phone—sleek, new, expensive—and handed it to it to me. “You belong to me for the next one hundred and nine days. This ensures I can always find you.” I stared at it. “That's not romantic. That's controlling.”

“What’s funny?” “Spider isn’t a ‘she’,” Mac explained. Curtis, Dillon, and Luke blinked, and despite the gravity of the mess, the other men grinned as they watched the penny drop. “So… wait a minute,” Luke said slowly, since it was clear that Dillon and Curtis – both of whom rarely spoke at the best of times – were struck utterly mute. “So… so… Spider is a man?” “Yep,” Mac said. “Complete and total.” “And Spider is Ace’s ex? Ex… ex-partner?”