Spider-man Drunk Novels & Stories

“The maid didn't show up, and her statement... it was retracted.” What? “No, that's not possible.” Spencer hummed. “I don't think it's a coincidence. I think Derrick's got something to do with this.” I nodded, fisting my palms. “It's him. He drugged me last night.” Spencer frowned. “He what?” I nodded and looked away. “He spiked my drink. I passed out on the street.” Spencer's face turned red with rage. “That fucked up son of a..”

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

It was dark, but I could tell the person was wearing a Spiderman costume. "Uh, how do you know my name?" I asked the Spiderman wannabe. Before anything could happen, I was whipped backward onto the snow. I skipped and stopped at the curb. I stared up at the almost starry sky, dazed. What had just happened? Before I could interpret anything, my head was whipped backwards onto the pavement. I let out a yelp and my lip exploded with pain. I felt something trickling down and into my mouth. It tasted like rusty metal—blood. I tried to sit up, but the person—whoever this was—kicked my stomach. I gasped.

"Why don't you ever stay in your room or hang with Cooper and Everett?" "Cooper tried to feed me to Brie's Goliath Birdeater Spider and Everett rode his bicycle off a bridge, again. He's currently lost at sea somewhere but I've sent a team to rescue him," Clay squinted his eyes as he plucked out the buttons of his shirt. The one that caught his attention was the spider. He looked at his son over his shoulder with a questioning look. "I don't think spiders that small can eat humans, Hendrix,"

Out of nowhere, Peter’s voice broke through the chatter, lazy yet commanding, “I stayed sober. I’ll transport you both.” Dustin blinked, momentarily taken aback. “You didn’t drink? Then who was clinking glasses with me for the last hour? Peter, no offense, but I don’t care if you’re the High Alpha—ignoring the Council’s safety laws is a no-go.” “I was drinking mountain spring water,” Peter interjected smoothly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “My glass has contained nothing but water this entire time. You simply assumed I was indulging because you were.”

He threw it back at me but I dodged. “Ha!” I poked out a tongue. “Darcie. Come on, help me out.” “What is your problem anyway?” I tilt my head. “Are you Spiderman?” “Darcie. I'm having a fucking hangover. My head hurts like crazy. Come on, I know you're so smart you know how to handle everything.” “Oh, really?” I smiled and groaned. “Come on.. please.” “Beg. Say pretty please like a little girl.” I teased.

I placed it on the table, pulling out a whisky and a glass cup I poured a little quantity before setting it down, my jaw ticked, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down as I took a small sip My eyes shifted to the side just as I heard Spider's footsteps I swirled the amber liquid on my fingers before dawning the whole content "Are you going to let her be? I expected you to ask her more questions," Spider said, taking the sit beside me

Just then, Spider approached me with a drink and shoved it in my hands. It was a glass of coke and I looked from the drink to Mr. Venzo, I remembered the last time he offered me a drink and how crazy I acted after that but before I could think of dropping it he spoke. “Drink up” he said and it wasn’t a request, it was a command and with his hardest eyes, I’ll be foolish to refuse. “Now!” he wasn’t loud, he didn’t have to be, his voice was laced with poison already.

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The man inquired. “This man is so disgusting how do ladies stand him?” Xander muttered to himself, he took the man’s hand and helped him up. Xander spend a lot of time with the strange man pouring drinks into a cup for him the man kept drinking, but he was still clever enough not to answer all of Xander’s smart questions. Xander was getting bored chatting with the man. He yawned covering his hand with his mouth and glanced at the lipstick stain on his hand. “I have to go now,” Xander said attempting to go when the drunk man grabbed his hand firmly.