Spiderman Fingertips Novels & Stories

"To hell with you!" This time, the woman atop the spider trembled with fear as if she had run into a powerful enemy. The halberd fell from mid-air, giving the woman no chance to react as it struck her body and split her clean into two as the spider's body was bisected as well. The spider's legs were blasted to bits and scattered on the ground. Tracy walked over with a smile. "You seemed to have learned something new, Mister Penn." "Yep. I think I've found a special energy."

The security guard stands up and says; "Okay. Everyone, start to pack up your stuff. We will be leaving in two minutes." I put back my canteen into my backpack. I look at Dr. Smith, I see on her leg, is one of the most sizable spiders in the area. I tell her softly; "Look at me in my eyes, and please do not move." I extend my arm and touch her leg with my hand. The spider walks onto my hand. Once the spider is on my hand, I slowly start to take my hand off her leg and put my hand on the ground until the spider walks off slowly by itself. Dr. Smith looks surprised at me and says;

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

Only the legs carried the current. I could work with that. Come into my parlor-just call me Spider. I took a deep breath, made sure it was noisy and obnoxious. Gave a soft moan of pain. I lowered my hand, made sure to keep the legs of the electrode away from my skin. Come here, little fly. I've got a nice treat for you. The electrode heated in my hand again. I smiled and gasped dramatically. Just a little closer. Almost there. His shadow curled around the corner before I saw his shoes.

There is no way I will attend the next class without eating. The longer she takes to respond, the deeper my teeth sink into my lower lip. I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth. This is not the time to exert revenge. Yes, I was ignoring her but this is important. Something crawls up my arm, everything slows at the sight of the tiny legged creature and a scream tears through my lips. I close my eyes, willing myself to forget the image of the large spider moving up my hand. My legs tremble so bad I have to lean on the door for support.

The turd even managed to talk me into giving him my phone number. Throughout the movie, he has kept an iron grip on my hand. He laced our fingers together, and my inner girl couldn't help but notice how perfect our hands fit together. His hand is warm, and I can feel him running his thumb along with my finger. I feel my heartbeat rising every time I start to think about our joined hands.

But the moment my fingers make contact with his skin, my thoughts scatter. His arm is solid beneath my touch, the muscles firm and warm under my palm. My hand hesitates, my breath catching in my throat as my fingers unconsciously brush over the curve of his bicep. The smoothness of his skin contrasts with the strength beneath it, and I can feel every ridge, every subtle movement as I press my fingertips against him. I know I should stop—I should wake him up and demand answers. But I’m distracted, captivated by the simple act of touching him. The sparks I always feel around him seem to intensify now, humming faintly against my fingertips and spreading up my arm.

Her delicate touch sent sparks and heat coursing through my skin; I could barely keep it together. I focused as much as I could on staying still, but it was useless, my body failed me yet again. My stomach began to twitch as her fingers wiggled just above it, sending the sparks shooting through my skin and making my muscles jolt with excitement. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, especially now that her hand had resumed travelling south towards my ever-growing manhood. *** Freya Rose When my fingers reached his stomach I watched in fascination as the electrical sparks pulsing out of my fingers hit his abs and made them contract. It was like my fingers were one of those ab trainer, exerc

Jake watched a dark red slimy substance flow out from the top of the can, descending down its sides and began to slowly creep towards him, reminding him of Venom, the alien from Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man. The scary gooey substance hissed and Jake could see small bubbles pop out of it like it was boiling. At one point, some of the substance lurched out at him, landing on his left arm which began to burn like hell. It felt like hot lava, smoldering his skin. He was just about to scream when someone put a hand on his shoulder. “Excuse me, is this yours?” The burning immediately stopped as Jake turned to find a young woman with glasses standing in front of him, her hand outstretched toward him,

CASEY The spider-men tried to pounce their hands on my chest. It feels so intense. I can't breathe under this pressure. Their heads were stretched towards me with their tongues sticking out long and with a sharp tip. I could only close my eyes while crossing my hands in front of my face. I'm so scared. I couldn't even scream because I was too upset. And maybe this is the end of my life. "Never touch a girl in our family!" I heard Raff screaming and growling. His voice was so strong and echoed inside my head.