Spider-man Walking Sad Novels & Stories

That also explained the spidey Humanoid we saw lurking in pictures taken by the cameraman during the previous wedding proposal. After saying so, she stood up and walked toward me staring directly into my pupils, I could feel like staring directly into my soul. Even though I was afraid as heck, I resisted and let her sit on my laps, she hugged me while crying and whispering "I'm so sorry, I knew you hated liars but I lied anyways" her heart was pounding so fast that I had to calm her down because (well, to prevent further accidents… i mean…. yeah you get it)

“Grey.” I turned to see Spider approaching, his wiry frame moving with the ease of someone who had long ago accepted the chaos of this line of work. His tactical gear was smeared with dirt and blood, and his usually cocky smirk was replaced with something quieter. “You look like you got run over by a truck,” he said, crouching beside me. “Feeling’s mutual,” I replied dryly, though my voice lacked its usual sharpness. Spider leaned back on his heels, his dark eyes scanning the scene. “Hell of a mess, huh?”

I shook his shoulders, desperation creeping into my voice. "Scott, wake up! Please!" But he remained still. Panic consumed me as the spiders drew closer. I pressed my lips to Scott's, tears streaming down my face. "Come back to me," I whispered, my heart breaking. Time, please stop. Just one more time.As if responding to my plea, time froze.The spiders halted, suspended mid-movement.

“But…” “Get. Off.” She scrambled back, eyes wide. Her friend followed, both of them pale under their makeup. One of them, the brunette with too much plastic carved into her hips, bit her lip hard. Her eyes glistened before tears spilled down her cheeks. She grabbed her lingerie from the floor and rushed out, sobbing. The door shut behind her. Spider stood rigid, sweat collecting at his temple. He rushed forward, bowing slightly, his words tumbling out.

We'll get a taste of what it's like with the Alpha King's lady. I bit down hard, the old despair of being surrounded by werewolves closing in on me again. My body trembled, but my hand was firm on the silver dagger. Through the haze, I watched the werewolf who once walked toward me then walk away with Sierra, fading until he was gone. A single bloody tear fell. At 18, I gave him my all, thinking it was for life. However, the hands that once shielded me were the very ones that cast me into the abyss.