Spider Man Days Novels & Stories

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She simply said with a smile. That must have been the most unreal smile Ada had ever gotten, she scoffed loudly. "Hi...hi?" Ada emphasized, not believing Janet. Shalom nudged Ada, "Give her time nah." She heard Shalom whisper. "Are you okay?" It was Daniel that asked this time around, Janet looked over her shoulder, staring over at him. "Yeah." She shrugged. "Janet seriously, your phone was off the entire week. What's going on?" Ada was getting impatient with her. Janet looked at Ada, pouting her bottom lips as they visibly quivered.

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.

I knew he must have seen me from the camera "Boss," Spider greeted turning to Mason and Ryan. "Hey guys, been a while," Spider smiled. Something he rarely does. I stood still, watching as he exchanged handshakes with my friends "How is she?" I asked Spider as we made our way into his house "Weak, she still isn't ready to say a word," Spider said and I nodded, making my way toward his stairs "Let's see how long she can keep quiet," I pulled out my phone, swiping through the video that had his twenty years old brother walking out of his apartment where he schools in Spain

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.