Spiderman Unmasked Novels & Stories

"This place has a weird atmosphere. Like someone died here before." Frank didn't answer immediately. He stood a few feet away, his back to me, hands in his pockets. "Not really," he said finally, his voice low. "But maybe someone will soon." I turned sharply. "What do you mean by that?" Before he could answer, I heard footsteps behind me. Heavy. Deliberate. I spun around. Three masked men emerged from the shadows of the unfinished building. Each wore dark clothing and a black ski mask that hid their faces. In their hands, they gripped wooden clubs—thick, brutal, the kind meant to break bones.

Yeah, OK, he’d relax his iron-clad willpower for a few minutes… and just double down on the crunches at the gym the next day. Mind made up, Griff picked up his empty cup and got to his feet. He ambled over to the counter, carefully keeping his face averted and his back to Claire. Spiderman spotted his approach and his dark eyes lit up in his lean, handsome face. He gave Griff a cheeky grin, took the empty cup, glanced into it. “Morning,” Spiderman said, all lazy charm, raising his voice a bit over the chatter and espresso machine. “Another coffee minus milk and sugar?”

“That’s Cyclops.” She stops short. “Oh my God.” A guy strides past us and suddenly raises his arm. “I am Iron Man.” The helmet slides open. I blink. “This place is a fever dream.” I glance over at her, and she’s grinning just as wide as I am. I realize I haven’t smiled like this in over two years. Not since the whole Carmen shit show. We stop at the Spider-Man booth. “Okay,” I say, already pulling out my phone. “I know he’s Marvel, but Spider-Man is my weakness.”

Adrian picked a silver gem and crushed it into powder with his fist. "I'm sure you know what to do with this" He said pouring the substance in Sham's stretched out palm. "Of course" he responded. "I will send you word once the job is done" he said, turning to leave. He stepped out and came to the corridor with the paintings. Sham poured the substance into a pouch and hid it in his cloak.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

That's why spiderman got the superpower, right? "Ugh, just stay alive, if I get a chance to go home I'll take you back and raise you, promise not to send you to be sliced up." Ethan Brooks muttered in a small voice as he pointed at the ants, he just thought of them as his pets for now.After all, little better than nothing.

My Papa who smiled even when they took him away… who still gave me everything. And they filmed it. They filmed him. A scream claws its way up my throat, but it gets stuck there, dissolving into a painful hiccup. Focus. I need to focus. With trembling fingers, I tap the screen and rewind just a few seconds. I pause on each face—mask on or off, every movement, every tattoo, every crooked smile. Adam. Spencer. Mateo. Those three are easy. Too easy. I know them the way I know the lines of my palm. Trash disguised as men.

“Somewhere fantastic.” The road narrowed into an alley barely wide enough for the SUV. There were no pedestrians, there were no other cars, just high stone walls on both sides, and the smell of salt and rotting seaweed drifting through the vents. He slowed then stopped, the engine idled low and menacing. He shifted into park as he reached up and pulled the baseball cap off. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib. He peeled away a thin hyper-realistic silicone mask the kind used in high-end espionage films. The face underneath was leaner than I remembered, scarred along the jaw, but unmistakable.

He realized he was getting hard again but ignored it as he had his snack. Shortly before ten, Red came in carrying a Spiderman mask. She took his hand and sat him on the side. Red put the mask over his head then lightly pushed him back onto the bed. He chuckled realizing what a picture this would make. A naked Spiderman with his cock sticking straight up.

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch