Spider Man Days Novels & Stories

32 Nine Months Later “Hey Mom, you know what I decided?” Cameron said, walking into the kitchen. “What’s that, buddy?” Sidney replied, digging popcorn out of the pantry. “Next time, I want a Black Panther room.” “Didn’t you just get a Spider-Man room? Don’t you still love Spider-Man?” Sidney planted a hand on her hip as she turned to him. “Black Panther is pretty awesome,” Adam said, following Cameron into the kitchen. “But it is hard to choose between him and Spider-Man. If you did an Avengers room, you could augment the Spider-Man you already have with Black Panther. And Captain America. And the Hulk.”

Some resemble Tía Rosa when she assumes no one notices her sobbing in the shower. Everyone wants me to go downstairs. I quietly get out of bed my bare feet chilling on the floor. My Spider-Man pajamas are oversized (a hand-me-down from when Tío Marco was young). I enjoy how the pant legs trail, like a cape. I creep to the door. The hallway night-light glows red well. Everything is red this evening. The steps groan,. No one stirs. They feel exhausted. They have felt exhausted since the troublesome balloon arrived. I am aware of the balloon.

"He thinks he’s the best player in this game. He doesn't realize he’s the one who hired the person who’s going to destroy him." ​He walked over to the island and sat between them. He looked at the pages Danny had been annotating. ​"Three months," Scarlett said. ​"Ninety days," Xavier corrected. "And we’re going to use every second of them.”

"It is the Goddess's punishment. It cannot be reversed..." "Useless!" Soren hurled his phone at the wall. It shattered. "All of them. Useless!" He turned to me, tears welling in his eyes. "Daisy, tell me what to do," his voice trembled. "Tell me how to save you." "There's no way," I said softly. "Yes, there is!" He rushed over, grabbing my hands. "I'm the Alpha of North America! I have more power and wealth than anyone! There has to be something it can buy!"

My throat tightens, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. "Tell your boss," I say, my voice low and firm despite the lump forming in my throat, "that I’ll have his money. Just a few more days. That’s all I need." The two men exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, the bald one speaks. "Fine," he says, his tone laced with warning. "Three days. But if you don’t have the money..." He leans closer, his grin stretching wider, more menacing. "Well, you know what happens next."

My lips turned up in disgust as I stared at the black walls and thick cobwebs hung around everywhere. "Are you sure it's here, Tom?" I ask, unable to move another step forward. Tom brings out a blade and begins to remove some of the cobwebs on the way. "You think Giovanni will know about this?" I ask, looking around the room we are in. "I doubt. He's busy buying girls and fucking underages. That bastard!" Tom spits hatefully, cursing loudly as he tears down a large thick cobweb. We walk deeper into the building and finally get to a hole in the middle of the room.

There was this nagging curiosity, a whisper inside me wondering where he could have wandered off to. Ruby have his number, but I didn't dare take it. My phone had been switched off ever since Daisy called. I didn't want Mom to find out where I was hiding. A sigh left my lungs as I stared at my calendar. Now I was left with forty-one days. But there was still time to hang out with Manon and Zenia, and mostly especially be with my crush Chaney. Wherever Demon had gone for two days wasn't my concern. With his absence, I could literally breathe.

Andrew was subjected to beatings and verbal insults every day. It seemed that he had truly lost his mind. He would constantly mumble to himself in a crazed tone while scrubbing robotically. "Go back… I have to go back to the present… Diana… Take me home, honey! This isn't real… I was transmigrated here, so I can definitely transmigrate back to the present… I have to find a way… I have to…" He would either be doused with a bucket of freezing, filthy water in the next second, or someone would smash a wooden bat against his back.

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

Clinging onto his body tightly, their hold prevented his retreat as she encroached upon where he stood. Firing again as he struggled against the sticky threads, his hand was again wrenched away. Allen’s mind racing to conjure up a method of escape from his situation as the spider-woman’s fangs started to protrude from the now jagged edges of her mouth. His frantic thoughts were suddenly distracted by a sharp glint that appeared behind from her.