Novel & Cerita Spider Man X Black Widow Fanfiction

Spencer said feebly, "What’s there to congratulate? Black Widow is a widow. She’s destined to be cursed. Nothing good is going to come to my son if they’re together.” Carson said, "But Old Master, you’re the one who brainwashed Young Master by telling him that Black Widow covets him and even offers him an olive branch every day. “When Young Master saw the bare olive tree in front of Black Widow's house, he was momentarily moved by her infatuation. That’s why he decided to get together with her on impulse.” Spencer could only swallow his bitterness.

After several stabs, the python's face was a bloody mess. "Black Widow!" Ethan Brooks yelled with mental waves, and the black widow spider, which had been on a nearby tree trunk, leaped down, landing precisely near the python's eyes, crawled over to a bloody area, and bit down hard. Ethan Brooks, the black widow spider, Luna and the lioness, combining their efforts, tortured the python for a full two minutes before it gradually lost the ability to move and slumped to the ground. The innards and blood spilled on the ground, the stench was like that of an animal corpse that had been soaking in a filthy sewer for months.

Swirling around, I came face to face with Xaden's golden eyes, dark with fury, piercing deep into my soul and boring holes in it. "What are you doing?" I snapped. "Stopping my wife from picking a mortal and a pestle." He fired back. "Wife-to-be!" I corrected him. His face tightened with fury. "Do not challenge me, Violet." He growled "Or what?" I asked angrily. "Or this." He returned, suddenly lifting me off the floor and wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth swooped down, hot on mine, catching me off guard. I could hear the soft gasp in the kitchen as everyone turned their faces away from us. I struggled to get out of Xaden's arms, provoking him further.

As his lips brushed mine, he slightly parted them for my tongue to slip in. “What the fuck are we doing?” I shouted in my head, trying to get myself out of his grip, but he held me closely. “What do you think you're doing, Xander?!” Hardin shouted. “Get your filthy hands off my wife.” He charged at us, slapping Xander's hands off my waist. Xander chuckled dryly. “What the hell do you mean, your wife? You seem to be a hella drunk baby, brother. She's mine!”

“Yes, I’m yours, Xander. Only yours.” "No one will take you from me!" Xander's eyes had become endless pools of black; his wolf was trying to come out. I was spun around, and my face pressed roughly against the wall. Xander used one foot to spread my feet farther apart before he squatted down and entered me from behind.

He had never been the type to tolerate carelessness and disrespect, and to him, this might as well have been one. But instead, he leaned back in his chair, a strange look crossing his face. “I think you are mistaken about something, Xander. On the contrary, I’m relieved it was her you married.” That made me pause. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you talking about? Why are you relieved?” He smiled—something I hadn’t seen on him in decades. “Because, Xander, Eve Blackwell might just be the one to make you walk again.”

For a second, our eyes met, and the chemistry was so intense it felt like a static shock. "Do you want revenge, Xender? Or do you just want to vanish?" "I want... I want to show them what a 'stray' can do when he’s been backed into a corner. I want to see the look on Tristan’s face when he realizes he traded the Ghost for a girl who can't even shift properly."

“But more time is not a permanent solution.” There’s a naked woman sucking Xaden’s cock with vigour and Xander’s eyes are fixed on the scene like his life depends on it. I rest against a wall, crossing my ankles and folding my arms over my chest, uninterested. “We are going to die, then...” Xaden grunts, his hips buck on the banquet chair. He’s close. “Fuck! Fuck death.” Xander can finally look away. “I am curious about what she looks like, though.”

She felt the same way she did when Maison fed her that drugged milk last time! What was going on? She had not even eaten anything tonight! When Xavia saw the man getting closer, she became scared. “Don’t come near me! The secretary will be sending clothes up soon, so you'd better leave! Get out!” The man in black did not seem to hear her. He grabbed her wrist, his eyes fierce as he hissed, “One minute is enough to ruin you.” “Ahh! Let go! Let go of me!” Xavia struggled with all of her strength, but she was as weak as a kitten compared to the man, and her efforts were useless.

Soft, sultry music began to fill the space. Sarah’s chest rose and fell with anxiety. This was real. She was really going to have BDSM sex with a monster. A man she loathed. Her mind flashed to Vincent—his touch, his warmth, his love. She had thought he would be her last. He was enough. He was everything. But fate—cruel, mocking fate—had dragged her into this. “Still scared?” Xander’s voice was low, smooth, almost amused. Sarah’s eyes met his. He looked like something out of a vampire fantasy—sharp, sculpted, alluring in a way that made her skin crawl and her breath hitch.