Spider.man 소설 & 이야기

“I’m working on my plan about him.” Spider shook his head. “Like anyone would believe that. I’m starting to wonder whether that rumor about his golden dick is true. Is it really golden?” It wasn’t; not physically, anyway—not that he would ever find that out. “What’s so special about him?” Spider huffed.

Some of the men standing right outside greeted and I gave them a firm nod making my way inside I blew out a breath as I walked right at the front door and just before my hand could touch the sensor, the door slid open revealing the very man that I could trust with any job and trust me when I said he'll get it done When I talk about Spider then I'm talking about a man who could be a ghost and hunt down whosoever, Spider would fish you out no matter how hidden you are in any part of the world "Boss, you're here," His eyes flashed to mine as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Dressed in his normal attire, a black shirt and a black leather pant, his eyes boring into mine "You have the details

He shrugs, "Looks like someone doesn't want this union to happen more than you." I mind link Steve and get no reply, "Steve's not answering me, you think he's out of the territory?" Chris shrugs, "knowing Steve, if he has a guys scent, he won't let up till he catches him, so it's possible, I swear the guy is more bloodhound than wolf." I chuckle, "true, let's get back, clean up and see if anything else is destroyed, or just my future." After I shower and put on clean sweatpants, I return to my office to find my Beta sitting there, I sit and the packhouse landline phone rings, I pick it up, "Crescent Moon, Alpha Braddock speaking."

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

He sighed out ignoring his presence before going back to straighten out his clothes, they matched the color of his eyes, making them stand out. Matteo stood up from the bed and walked towards him, standing directly to his back, he was hovering over Spade's shoulder, as he inhaled deeply as if sniffing the man. "You smell good" he almost moaned out as he shut his eyes "where are you going"? he pestered. Spade just left him there and walked towards the bed, sitting himself on the edge he put on his converse, lacing the ropes in a butterfly way, he may be mafia boss, but he was still very much human and he liked tying his laces like that.

Skylar gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you another sum of money. Find some people…" Joseph snapped, "Fuck, not another few million dollars. Don't even give it to me. I don't want to be humiliated. I don't want to risk getting killed by the Dixon family's cleanup team either." Skylar responded, "I'll give you 100 million dollars. Go to Everyday Logistics and look for Oliver Lane. He owes me a favor. Give him the money, and he'll arrange the manpower for you."

I find a third man standing right behind the door. This one towers over me like a brick wall. His head is shaved clean, and a terrifying black spider tattoo stretches across his left cheekbone, its legs creeping up toward his eye. His expression isn't angry. It’s completely blank. Dead. The face of a man who kills people before breakfast. "What is going on here?" My voice comes out strained and terrified as my eyes dart back to Declan. The man in the bandana, whom I assume is the ringleader, gestures with his chin toward Spidey, who grabs one of my wooden dining chairs, drags it across the floor with a screech that makes me jump, and shoves it behind my knees.

Scorpion glanced at him briefly, then returned his eyes to the road. At a red light, Spider reached into his pocket and pulled out the dead man’s wallet. He flipped it open methodically. An ID card slid halfway out. He frowned and pulled it fully free, studying it under the dim dashboard light. “Ex-military,” he muttered. Scorpion turned his head slightly. “You sure?” Spider nodded. “Special forces. Discharged two years ago. Clean record on paper.” Sarah stiffened in the back seat. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her seat as the implications sank in.