Spider-man Room Novels & Stories

Though he offered to help her but she guided him to the bedroom and very seductively winked saying "Be prepared for the blue night turning colorful" As Edwin entered the room he was shocked to see a Spider-Man shorts and Spider-Man undies on the bed lying for him to dress up for the night. 'She's going to be naughty tonight' he chuckled But one thing that was constantly disturbing him was she was not ready to take in conversation of Iris. She deliberately tried to avoid the topic. Whenever he started she switched on to the old times they had spent being madly crazy fallen in love like love suck puppies. When she returned after almost an hour, she had sent the entire staff back home and took

he whispered and as Mj covered her hand in Dante’s shirt she yanked the door open and made the beast a promise, “always, my wolf.” Pepper’s room was not what Mj expected, she had a running faucet and toilet that were covered by a small curtain. There was a small bed in the corner and a metal table in the center that was bolted to the floor along with a chair; also fixed to the floor. Mj noticed there was no natural light in the room and as she watched the curled up bundle of human flesh move on the bed she let the door slam behind her and hopped up on the table with her feet crossed underneath her.

*** Manhattan, New York Alessandra I can't believe I'm really doing this...I really have lost my damn mind... I murmured within, over and over again as Draken led me down the hallway, away from his office and into a larger room. This place was more secluded, dim red lighting within that gave the place a more sensual air. The poles surrounding the room alerted me instantly to the main use of the space. "The other rooms are currently...occupied. But I do believe this would be more than sufficient?"

After much convincing and long talks, he finally let her use the Palace meeting room. Marvel was invited to see Sassy in the meeting room. It was a very grand room, with a wide space. The ceilings were very high and the walls were stoned and richly decorated with tapestries and artworks. In the middle of the room, was a large ornate table, which was surrounded by comfortable chairs and some benches. It had a ceiling-to-floor glass window and metal doors. Sitting in two chairs opposite each other, sat Marvel and Sassy. Marvel kept looking around, enjoying the view of the place.

“We have to move; the guard rotation is in five minutes and that’s your only chance to slip past.” She flicks on a light, a dull globe that flickered every few seconds. Dust coated every surface, unwanted junk scattered in the room. There was a beautiful archway on the left constructed of black bricks that highlighted a massive bookcase. We neared it, dusty shelves and cobwebs on the shelves and between books. A sudden shiver jolted me, I hated spiders. Karina puts her hand behind the bookcase, in search of something. “Fuck don’t do that, what if you get bitten by a spider.” I exclaimed, already feeling like something was crawling on me.

He says this as we’re walking to the safe room. “I think I know where they’ve gone,” I say truthfully. How the hell could there be an explosion at the house? Caleb opens the safe room door, which is kept unlocked for quick access. “I’m not going in there with the spider,” I say stubbornly. Caleb actually rolls his eyes this time. I step back and let him pass. “It’s in that corner,” I point. “It’s huge.” Caleb walks to where I’m pointing, looking around. “I don’t—”

The room was messy and dirty, it looks like a stock room, there are spider webs, ants and different insects living there for years, signs that the laboratory was abandoned for many years. The zombies followed him like what he planned, they also entered to the room where Adam entered. When he got the chance to come out, he locked the zombies inside the said room. He ensured that they can't go out of there before he left. Then, he tried to find the experiment room where Hannah, Andre and the old man are.

One moment it was a solid barrier, and the next, it was a fine mist of rust that settled on my boots. The room beyond was the Third Spire. It wasn't a lab. It wasn't a garden. It was a nursery, but one built by a madman. Thousands of white silk ribbons hung from a ceiling so high it disappeared into darkness. Each ribbon held a small, wicker cradle. Most were empty, swaying in a nonexistent breeze. But in the center of the room, under a single, harsh spotlight, one cradle was moving. Waaa. Waaa.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

Not tonight. I stepped out, wiping my hands on my dress, and paused. The hallway was dim, but a soft blue light spilled from a room at the corner, its door ajar just enough to tempt. Spiderman stickers dotted the wood—faded, peeling at the edges, the kind a kid might have slapped on years ago. Jax’s childhood room? It had to be. The thought tugged at me, curiosity blooming warm in my chest. My future husband’s old space.