Spooderman Novels & Stories

Unless this motherfucker is paying, I ain’t going nowhere. “That would be nice, but I don’t make money like that at my temp piece of shit job to get a ticket.” “No worries, I got you.” My eyes got big and I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment. Did this mofo just tell me he was going to pay for my trip? “POPPIE! Bring yo ass so we can play Spades and beat these Bitches!” Shayla yelled from the living room. “That’s my queue. I’m Shayla’s partner for Spades.”

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

Finally, he became a thin piece of paper. It was actually a paper doll! “Paper doll puppet!” Spencer threw away the paper doll violently. The next moment, he released his divine consciousness and locked onto a person who was floating in the air one kilometer away. The person was the real Alex.

“There’s enough funding to start a building from scratch. To fund projects and help others. She deserved to see all of this—” “How much she had helped people. From just one person, Weyes Carpenter” I walked out of the door as Maria’s voice was getting distant. I was finally ready to read the letter, alone by her side. A LETTER TO BIGFOOT Bigfoot, how that nickname caught on. Who would've thought hehe- It was so natural to read it in her voice with a short yet bright laughter that could light up a room. If you're reading, perhaps i'm already gone or you're snooping around which is the least likely. I hope either way you're okay.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Spout appeared suddenly, and shot forth a finger. The Comet Finger! Starlight City shone within Spout’s fingertips, bright and glaring, full of cosmic fire! His attack pierced the Sun’s defenses, stabbed him all over his body, and formed new holes from which blood spurted out, with that, it sent him writhing onto the floor. “Khan!” The man called out, once he recognized Spout. He died immediately after, succumbing to Spout’s Finger. ‘What power!’ Zephyr thought to himself when he witnessed what just happened. He had never expected the usually calm and private Spout to have such power. Although he was not an Agile yet, his power more than made up for it.

I'm amused by how such small things like a store makes her happy causing her voice to elevate higher a little bit. “ it’s a longer drive if you don't want to, there’s a smaller store more in town you can go to but the quality isn’t as great” she finishes her voice dropped, calmer this time making it seem she was less excited about this store but understood why we'd choose it. “ the woodsmen shop sounds perfect” Ryan cheers pushing on my seat. “ I’m sorry I have to asked but are you gay?” Creed remarks “ because you are the only dude I know that squeals like a girl on purpose” he states

The no-fur poked a finger into Hades's chest. "First, my name is Spitfire. I was a star of the Rodeo scene. Toms pay ridiculous amounts of money for the chance to seed me. I get everything I want, when I want it. And I don't intend for that to change. So here's the deal, I become Mr. I've Got Big Guns And I Can Sell Anything On TV's new no-fur pet and he provides me the life of a no-fur belonging to a celebu-tom. In return, I'll do what I can for you and your Doll. Though it's nearly dawn and you can't blame me for the outcome." Okay, Guru hadn’t expected the tom who was going to pay for this to be him. He wondered if the Orangelo had ‘borrowed’ a bit of his good fortune at some point.

Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with. Mr. Papadopoulos was an old man who had a lot of grudges and a little kindness in him. When the Shadow Pack was doing business with him, the old man always went for the jugular vein—trading at a lower rate than usual for the lumber that he used to make the furniture for his carpentry business.

Suzy's POV. I woke up to find that I was tied up to a table? My head was throbbing and I desperately needed to urinate but no way to do so. I was thirsty as well. I struggled with all my might and could not for the life of me even budge the ropes that had kept me bound to this table. As I laid there I looked around at my surroundings. I was ina cabin. I heard the door open and an old man had come in. It was him! The man I had waited on back at the restaurant. But why would he take me? I had done nothing to him. I thought to myself. "Oh good you're awake." He said. "Please sir, I have to use the toilet. May I pleae be untied?" I asked trying to keep him on his good side.