Spooderman Novels & Stories

He was laughing, and took one DVD and put it in his player. "This was back when I was a struggling actor, the internet wasn't as vast as now. And I look quite different, So it was still easy to erase my existence in the porn industry. But if you really looked carefully, you will find them. Drew takes care of this kind of thing for me. But up to now, I'm good." He sat next to me, and press play on the remote. I was grinning so wide, making him laughed again. "Oh Addie, you are too easy to please." He pulled me closer to his chest as the cheesy porn intro music started to play. He was rubbing my arm as I put my head on his shoulder.

I sent him to his death for a snack. Then, the sensor beeps. Green light flashes on the console. Perimeter Breach. I stand up, my hand reaching for the pistol taped under the table. The airlock hisses again. Spadino walks in. He is covered in mud. There are leaves in his hair. He has a scratch on his cheek that is welling blood. But he is grinning. He kicks the door shut behind him. In his arms, he holds a wooden crate. It smells of damp earth and summer. It smells of sugar.

Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask. He can snap a guy's neck in less than ten seconds. I've witnessed his murderous nature. He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior. And branded too dangerous for missions. At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full pledged contract sniper for the club. We don't believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad. It was his grandmas dying wish. “As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn't mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and

And it was Spade’s words that made her shocked. “Are you wondering how I can say all these?” Spade asked as if he saw her doubts. “Well, if it wasn’t because I am smart… and also I was stripped of my position, and was reduced as a human.” He said, then paused when he recalled something. “Except that my body is supposed to be still that of a ‘god’.” He added.

She trots down the hallway again, calling over her shoulder, "When the babysitter gets here, let her in!" I take a seat on the couch, laying Chance next to me. I pat his tummy and look around. There's really nothing that catches my eye. It's all normal things. Couches, end tables, a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall over a small entertainment center. The only piece that seems out of place is a corner shelf on the opposite side of the room. It appears to be made of spindles. It's obviously handmade and it's not the best craftsmanship I've ever seen, but it's clear it has sentimental value because of its prominent location. As if I'm not paying enough attention to him, Chance squeals at me.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

I HAVEN'T STARTED YET. Will_the_devil YOU KNOW WHAT, NO NEED TO START. YOU ARE FORGIVEN, NOW LEAVE. I_pooped ... THAT WAS ROOD. Will_the_devil ... WHAT'S ROOD? I_pooped ARE YOU FOR REAL? ROOD IS THE INTERNET SPELLING OR SOMETHING FOR RUDE. Will_the_devil NOT MY FAULT THAT KIDS NOWADAYS DISTORT EVERYTHING. I_pooped -_- THE ONLY KID HERE IS YOU! HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB?

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

He had a nice voice, but all he used it for was to scream and chew everyone's heads off. He was probably the clown from IT. Only, this one targeted adults and not children. It was all beginning to make sense. No wonder he scared the living daylights out of me. He was like Pennywise, Squidward, Eeyore, and freaking Johnny Bravo wrapped in one annoying ass package.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -