Spooderman Novels & Stories

I suggested we go back inside the room where he first delivered the order. And that's when we found out who the mysterious burger customer was... Turns out that it was the man in the coffin. +++++++++++ Talented while alive and even gifted in death... Humans are truly unique and powerful in their own ways. But then again, this is The Spa and many will still wonder which stories here are true or not. I leave that to you since those who shared it swear by their truth. So once again, this is your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa, saying hope to see you again soon... Fare thee well.

Closing the door and semi-laying on one of the poof seats, I whip open my laptop, which was in a drawer in one of the bookshelves in the shed. Finally I can take a swing at the source codes that I need to know for this new job coming up, I haven’t been hired yet and I don’t know the full lay out but I need to understand anyway just in case. I also have an overdue encrypted-chat meeting that needs to take place between me and the Scorpion Gang. Original name, I know right. That’s also the gang that might offer me that job about revenge and shit. So, I feel like it’s important. Opening the encrypted chat, I see the leader typing... which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ).

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

FLAMES “You are killing me, baby”, I SLUMPED ON TOP OF HER, drained of everything. Five, six times and there was no quenching the hunger that racked my blood and veins every time this woman touched me or smiled at me. This past week had been defined by shit slapping me from every corner once it got the chance. Howard Spiro was a lunatic who had tried killing a ton of innocent people simply because he was on the loosing end with my father, after the little stunt he pulled, getting him incarcerated wasn’t a difficult feat.

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way. I frowned, "Oh yeah?"