Spider Verse Peni Parker Novels & Stories

“Us together, living in the countryside and working on huge IT projects. In the late evenings, we would sit in the backyard and stare at the beautiful sky, and then a small boy would come running towards us with a smile that matched yours and keeps his tiny hand on your baby bump. He would say ‘when will my little sister come?’ and you would smile at him and say ‘Soon.’ And then all three of us would gaze at the sky and feel the love in the air.” For the first time in my life, I believed I could die from fright. Every word probed my heart and mind and made a gaping hole of terror that I could surely drown in. Ray Parker had a smile that made you believe in his words and at the same time be h

Maverick sure smelled me, though, because instead of responding to my dad, he walked to the iron bars and pressed himself against them, just so he could sneak a peek at me. “What are you doing? Stop that!” Dad scolded Maverick. “It’s just a first-degree burn; it’s all good.” Maverick said, and he moved back. “Right, Sir? You’ve burned me far worse than that.” Sir? Was he talking to my dad? Parker laughed from a cell a few rows down, “I will hurt everyone you care for. Your little soldiers, that mate of yours, anyone who’s shared your bed. I will make you watch, -“

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking

My face shifted, and I quickly checked my outer and pants pockets—nothing. "What are you looking for?" Chelsea's voice rang out at just the right moment, choked with tears. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Alex, after everything, you're still putting on that goddamn act and scrambling for excuses. I was wrong about you!" Her performance immediately drew a wave of sympathy from everyone around. I furrowed my brow, still not finding the pen. Suddenly, a tiny, childish voice rang out. "Pen! It's here!" All eyes turned, and there stood my two-year-old son in the aisle, tightly holding that black fountain pen.

The woman wore short denim cut-offs and a tank top for a tea company that Electra had never heard of. “Electra, this is Theo and Jessica Parker,” Hadrian introduced with a smile and a flourish. “Those are their boys, Jayde, Onyx and Stone. I work with Jessica.” Electra looked at the other woman in surprise. “Yes, I really am a firefighter.” Parker said, answering the unasked question. “I was raised in Dark Sky. I know what you’re going through.” “Your eyes are beautiful.” Theo said after they sat down. He looked at her and she felt like he could see through her dark contacts. That was impossible. But the way he looked at her, she felt as though her secrets were laid bare before him.

Parker suddenly asked, breaking her thoughts. “Huh? Did you say something, Uncle Parker?” Lydia asked, unsure if she’d heard correctly. “I asked if you’re afraid of me,” Parker repeated, his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. Lydia paused, momentarily taken aback, before shaking her head. He wasn’t frightening, despite his imposing stature, fierce demeanor, and the intimidating reputation of being Mr. Parker. When he smiled or laughed, it was as if the world brightened. “I’m just an ordinary man,” Parker said with a soft smile. “I express myself straightforwardly, just like how I feel about you.”

Blake grumbled impatiently. "Maybe if you could zip it for a moment, let me finish the whole story before you interrupt and start scolding me, we might get through this faster. Just a thought," Parker responded, casually popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth. "It's just a theory." "Well, I might just hypothetically shove my foot up your rear end," Blake retorted, mirroring the bored demeanor that Parker often directed at him. Parker dismissed the threat with a wave of his hand. "She claimed that there are vampires chasing after her. Kumarin's gang."

> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”

He slips the vibrator from my cunt and laps at my cum coating the toy and his hand while I struggle to keep my sanity in check. “Mmm.” Mr. Parker purrs. “You taste so good.” I catch my breath and beg. “I want your cock in my pussy. Fuck me again like the last time.” “Jesus.” He scrambles from his position and settles behind me, spooning me. He nuzzles behind my ear as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip, leaving me open, and he impales me on his dick. In one thrust, he’s in me, stretching and filling like I remember.