Spider Woman Novels & Stories

Fear crawled up my spine. I stepped backward immediately. “You’re not real.” The woman tilted her head slightly. “And yet… you hear me.” The air suddenly felt colder. “He wants her,” the woman continued quietly. “Your husband regrets choosing you. Your parents hide secrets for her. Even the kingdom worships her while you stand forgotten.” Every word landed perfectly against wounds already bleeding inside me. “How do you know that?” I whispered. The woman smiled faintly beneath the shadows. “Because pain speaks loudly.” Something about the way she said it made unease twist inside me.

The other day, when she was dancing with the man in the auction, he told her that American mafia families are feeling threatened by Egon's expansion and are planning to clip his wings. She knew that if Spider went to America, then mafia families would get alerted, and there were only a few chances that he would come back alive. Chances were low, but she tried it, and her dart hit the board. Spider is killed by the American mafia, but she doesn't know which family has killed him. Her predictions and decisions hardly go wrong; people fear her because she is dangerous even when she doesn't have power, and she proved why they are right. Why would anyone who is in their right mind mess with her?

Maybe someone could even turn into an otter or a sewer rat. “We have to fight them,” Damian said grimly. “There’s no other way but straight through their nest. And you know the best part?” Fredrick muttered, “What?” “They have a broodmother. Her legs are sticking out of the cave entrance. They’re three times bigger than a normal spider’s.” Of course, the spiders had a leader. They would not move in such coordination without a mother. As far as I remembered, spiders were solitary creatures. Some even ate their own mothers after hatching, then scattered and lived alone. That was why each spider had its own web.

At one point, Spider nearly triggered an alarm when she froze, spotting a terrified young girl curled in a containment pod. “Hang tight,” Spider whispered, pulling out a small injector. “We’re getting you out.” Widowmaker smirked quietly. “Looks like your collection just got a new… project.” Spider grinned despite the tension. “I swear, if she starts calling me ‘Mom’ I’m blaming you.” They pressed onward, deeper into the belly of Valeria’s cloning nightmare, ready to unravel the next horrifying secret, Widowmaker carefully lifted the girl from the containment pod, her small body trembling but alive. “We’re getting you out of here, little one,” she murmured, voice gentle but firm.

I roll my eyes when she inserts 'the'. "We'll get straight to the point here, Jade Cloud. We've been informed that you balanced books for the Spider a year ago before you retired. I'd really like to make this short for both you and I if you just cooperate with us." I say, placing a hand on Jayden's shoulder, making her look between us in shock. "I... I.. D" she starts. "Who the hell are the spiders?" She asks after composing herself. "As I said, cooperate with us, and we'll make this short. And we'll be done here. And don't think about lying to us." I say my voice cold and lower. I move towards her desk.

He then looked at me and acted as if he was surprised. "Oh! You're still with her?" He asked Avyaan. "What do you mean?" I retorted. "I didn't think you would be here. I thought Avyaan would be bringing his new wife," Spider spoke in a teasing tone. "New wife?" I was surprised. "Yeah! The woman he bought in the Australia Auction, for sixty million dollars," he announced as he winked at me.

They said that the most dangerous animal in the world was a woman thirsty for vengeance; Minah would soon make Gil Salvador and the Fuegos realize how true that statement was. Gone was the kind and submissive girl who wore no confidence and grit. That woman had altered into someone who was way bolder and fiercer than ever before. Unlike Leigh, Minah was unforgiving, fearless, and brutal. And she was always ready to dig into hell just to get what she wanted. After taking just a few drinks, Minah started to feel drowsy. She was too exhausted from the shoot. To add more to that, this night was slipping away way too long. She glanced at her wristwatch. One and a half hours to go before the clock

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

The woman turns back to me. Her gaze softens. Then she pauses. She leans in slightly. And then She sniffs. “Oh,” she says quietly. “She is human.” I blink, confusion rising, but I say nothing. Her grip on my hand tightens gently. “Dear, leave this,” she says firmly. I step back without resistance. She turns immediately, her voice shifting into command. “Guards,” she calls. “Send people here at once. This place is to be repaired and cleaned properly.”

Skylar's Pov (continuation.) "I am Clark Mary." The first girl introduce. She has a blond, curly, long hair. With a slim perfect body. I think i will call her. Super man. Ya know they have the same name. Clark, Clark. See. Oh...mm maybe I should call her super woman.cause ya know, she is a girl. "Am Anita Spyder." The girl next to her says with a small bow. One that makes her look a lot like a British, her wavy hair making it's way to the front.