Spider Verse Peni Parker Novels & Stories

I said as I got Parker out of my chair. “Oh! I remember this man. Mommy, this is the man you refused me to talk to. Hi, I’m Parker.” She was already standing in front of Rodrigo, hand stretched out for a handshake. “I’m… Rodrigo,” he said, his voice heavy. “I like your watch,” Parker complimented, taking his hand for a shake. Rodrigo bent and kissed the back of her palm. “Well, Ms. Parker, are you also a lawyer?” “Oh no, just my mommy. I'm just her assistant. Are you also getting a divorce?”

A young man with sand-colored hair gave me a nod. From where I stood, I could make out the barest hint of gold in his light blue irises. He had alpha eyes? I shuddered to think what he had to give up to join the rebels. “I’m Parker,” the last man spoke up. He had a huge build and seemed to take up twice the space as any other person in the room. “Well?” Mikayla raised a brow and tapped the wooden table lightly. My eyes followed the small dagger she used to play on the table. “Will you tell us about this letter?”

Parker flatly said, “Just find another seat later.” she did not look at Darryl at all as she said that. Her gaze was on the person sitting opposite her all relaxed and comfortable—Kilenc Dokko. That was right, Kilenc was adored by many young girls including Parker as the talented genius of Middle Terra. Parker was initially unwilling to attend the banquet as she was afraid her crossdressing disguise would be exposed. However, she came the moment she knew Kilenc would be there.

"Honey, I'm going to fuck you up your arse unless you want your parents to find out what a whore you are. So pucker up!" "No wait, please let me lubricate it before you do it," Penny begged. She reached down and fingered her pussy and then tried to slide a finger up her own butt. "Oh," she cried in frustration as she her finger slipped out. "Xavi, please help me," she sobbed. Xavier, engrossed in the lewdness of the spectacle, jumped when she addressed him. "Er, what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Please just loosen me up with your finger, Xavi," Penny asked acquiescently while Mr. Keller chuckled.

Three self-proclaimed warriors of the realm—two sarcastic idiots and a recovering emotional disaster—riding through the forest like a band of weirdos on a field trip. The morning is crisp, the sky overcast just enough to make it dramatic. A squirrel falls out of a tree as we pass. I think even nature’s a little off today. “You know,” Parker says, stretching dramatically in the saddle, “for someone who was just mauled by sacred wolves and faced moral death trials, you’re awfully perky.” “I’m not perky. I’m caffeinated. Huge difference,” I reply. “She stole half of my travel rations,” Eva adds coolly. “That includes the chocolate.”

“Please, God, tell me that if this thing with Mina falls apart, you and I can go to Vegas and be incredibly unprofessional together for a weekend.” Rebecca rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’m in.” Parker wasn’t her type at all, his artistic side dominating too much of his personality. Why he was concerned about what his once stripper wife planned to do in the way of getting a degree and joining the workforce was beyond her. He’d been a bit of a wild child, having far more than his share of fun in life until a few years back, when he’d sobered up and pulled himself together. The result of said sobering was losing his first wife Cindy, an artist who wanted to just go where the wind blew. Cindy ha

He gulped it down in one go after a little hesitance. “Good boy.” Aslan spoke as he threw away the bottle and took his seat again. “How old are you?” “22.” “Russian?” His accent gave him away. “Yes.” “Do you know who I am?” “No.” “I am the man whom you tried to kill. Let me introduce myself to you first. I am Aslan fucking Parker and no one touches me. You tried. Let me also tell you that I am a zillionaire so I don’t have much time for you, as I have more important business to attend, and I am not gonna waste my time on asking you if you have a boss and blah, blah, blah, because I know you have one. So, spill before I try other ways.”

I watched as his lips twitched devilishly up. “Surprise that I know your name?” He ticked then his expression hardened. “I know everything about you, little thief,” He pushed the gun hard on my chin. I gasped, praying to the heavens that he doesn’t hit the trigger. “Mira Parker ... moved to Silcily five years ago. 23 years," he smirked and my breathing stopped for real this time. “Work at Quiet Fig, a local coffee shop down the roadside during the day then at Noir Paradise during the night,”

My lips dry in desperate on her skin. “Pyke!” I cough. “Babe.” My voice gets rough. Fuck! I want her badly. I want inside her so deep when my cock poking her warm bare pussy. This feeling is freaking insane. I’ve never been so aroused and controlled at the same time. “Stop yelling in my ear,” I say calmly, still shaking at the end. “That’s Twinkle, Parker’s Chinchilla.” I lick my lips. “W-who’s Parker? So, you have a pet in your apartment?”

They must have a reserved notion of the people who use the park, anyone outside of their pre-approved demographic must seem like a person with malicious intent. An unexpected voice speaks from behind me while I am preoccupied with staring down the middle aged women, almost making me leap into the pond. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone in a bright green shirt and tan jeans,” I turn around to see Parker feigning to search around the park, “is that you Miss?” “Not going to lie, I almost jumped into the pond.” “And possibly ruin your uh— interesting fashion choice?” I hang my head in shame, “I know, it’s not ideal, but I’m technically on my lunch break and I didn’t have time to change out of