Spider-man Room Novels & Stories

The net was in place. But I was the one walking into the spider's web. The doors opened. A man in a dark suit stood inside, waiting. "Ms. Sterling. We've been expecting you." "I'm sure you have." He led me through the lobby, past the tellers, past the vaults, to a room in the back. A room with no windows. A room with a table and two chairs and a safe built into the wall. "Sit." I sat. He left. The door closed behind him.

Daniel snaps as he glances at Sam, and Benji's jaw goes slack as he turns to stare at Sam. "The things Adam did made me realize you never truly know someone...and then Lauren proved that even more. I commissioned the room to be adequate for ten people. It is soundproofed and behind a thick wall of steel, there is actually a way to enter from every wing. It takes close to two minutes to reach it as it is located under the living room, but the passageways shouldn't be dangerous in an attack either," Sam explains, and Tabitha grabs Sam's hand while Mariah begins to chuckle.

The bitch who ripped my life to shreds. I yanked open the door and stepped into the basement. Spider was already there—alongside three men He straightened the moment he saw me. "Boss." He gave a small bow. I gave him a firm nod as he stepped to the side "She was caught on a lonely street," he added. "Near a row of old workshops." I tilted my neck, my eyes shifting around Spider pointed toward the room ahead. "She’s in there," he said and made his way toward the door

But she was still lucky why? Because in his mansion’s basement there are different rooms. And the room he chose for her was the most convenient one and the one which doesn’t give horror to people. It’s a dark room with an extremely small window that be near the ceiling which you can’t even call a window more like a hole. The walls are painted with black paint which had been peeling off the spider webs are covering the corner. No fan or any heater. Only a worn-out dirty mattress in the corner. The floor had no shaping at all it’s a commentary floor that is also covered with utmost dirt.

this one attached to what looked like an abandoned textile factory. Inside was nothing like the outside. Reinforced steel walls, biometric locks, a panic room the size of a small apartment. “This is one of your places?” I asked. “One of the ones no one talks about,” Luca said. For a moment, I thought maybe... just maybe... we’d finally be ahead of her. Then, that night, as I was brushing my teeth in the panic room’s small, spotless bathroom, I noticed something in the mirror. Not my reflection.

If I get locked here then the next time they open this room they are going to get my dead body lying somewhere here and my skeleton will be a new home for all this spider. God what is it? Someone's storage room or A****n rainforest. Why are there so many spiders? I think I am going to find some rare kind here. Zoologists should come here to find some rare species. "Ahh what the hell is that? ". I felt something crawling on my back. I looked on my shoulder to see what was crawling. When I saw a big spider with black spikes covering its body crawling up on my shoulder I screamed on top of my voice .I threw the cleaning supplies on the floor and started slapping my shoulder to get rid of it. I

This is too much to handle. This looks like a private room, with a medium sized circular table situated in the middle. In that table, is a selection of underwear on display. By that, I mean panties. “Come in,” I looked at Mr Stark with so much confusion, he ends up taking my hand, pulling me in before closing the door behind us.

she murmured, voice gentle but firm. Spider scanned the room, eyes darting over rows of identical pods — some empty, some still humming with life. “Looks like they’re growing a whole army of these clones. Valeria really isn’t playing around.” Suddenly, the facility’s alarms blared to life, red lights flooding the halls. “Well, that’s not supposed to happen,” Widowmaker muttered, already pulling her silenced pistol. “Did you touch something?” Spider joked, trying to keep the mood light. “Maybe,” Widowmaker replied dryly, “or maybe the clones don’t like visitors.”

' 'Seems like he's overthinking it,' he said, rubbing his arms through his hands. "Do you identify as Lucifer Axosal?" She inquired, blinking her eyes shut. "Yes, ma'am, do you require anything?" He invited them to come forward. "Does this advertisement belong to you?" She inquired, pointing to the poster affixed to the door. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, nodding. "I'd like to have that room." She stated that she was approaching him and standing in front of him. That's when he realized he'd left out the most important detail. He desired a man for the room. Because his house only had one room.

Chapter 58: Jackson set his drink down, a single brow raising on his face. "Well, well, look who it is. What are you, a wizard or something goldy locks?" Jackson watched as his best suddenly appeared across the room, his blonde brows furrowed as he crossed the room like an angry storm. Spencer always seemed to know where to find him when shit hit the fan. The blonde man scooted out the stool beside him and stared him down when he took a seat.