Novel & Cerita Tony Stark And Peter Parker Fanfiction Father/son

Alpha Bambam “Don’t tell me you finally decided to choose a mate,” I snapped at my son, Lucian. He had proved so stubborn over the years, knowing fully well that he couldn’t take over from me unless he found his mate and marked her according to tradition. I was worried at first that he hadn’t found her yet, but then he proved me wrong when he started sleeping with every woman in sight. I associated his silly attitude with the loss of his mum and the ache her absence brought. But when he finally told me he had found his mate, I was thrilled, finally, he was going to get over his reckless lifestyle.

Although his chances of ever getting together with her, is less than zero, it couldn't hurt to fantasize about it a little. Early the next morning, Warren woke up refreshed and ready for the day. Nothing could bring him down. Not the bully, Gary and certainly not his uncle's constant reminder of his father. He is already in his early twenties. He doesn't need a father who hasn't been there for all his life, so why would he care about building a relationship with him now? Its only his uncle who feels that Warren doesn't take this matter seriously enough. Johnathan Parker is his father and that is something which will never change. If he wants Warren to build a relationship with him, it will h

Without waiting for a response, I hung up the phone and threw it angrily on the floor of the towncar. “Trouble in paradise?” my father joked. I gave my father a dirty look. “They lost Xander. We have to go back.” The joking look on my father’s face immediately shifted. “No.” I raised my eyebrows. “I have supported you every step when it comes to your obsession with Piper, but ---” “It is not an obsession, Father!”

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

She knew that she was nothing but just a deal for her father, he was faking it and it made her hate him even more. "I'll keep this in mind Xavier... Don't forget I am soon going to form alliance with Damian. Just start counting your days..." He threatened. Xavier scoffed. "You think you can make Damian marry your daughter who is nothing but a whore. Damian is not that stupid and let me remind you Damian and I are not enemies... You are lucky that I am letting you go alive from here..." Peter closed his eyes frustratingly. "I knew that you are nothing but a destruction... You are born to ruin everything. You are the biggest mistake of my life..."

Nolan said, his posture straightening instinctively under his father’s gaze. Zayn’s phone began to vibrate in his hand again. He looked at the screen, then at us, giving a sharp, distracted nod before turning to walk away. I watched the broad expanse of his back as he answered the call, the air thickened, his presence clinging even after he disappeared. The contrast between the father’s power and the son’s pathetic ego was almost laughable. “Come on. Let me take you home,” Nolan muttered, his Alpha bravado clearly shaken by his father’s brief appearance.

He did not expect his path to run straight into Collins Parker! "Don't your thoughts calculate that your presence acts as incredibly annoying, Dr. Parker?" Peter barks, shaking his sleeve violently to break my grip. "Does our family pack know your face that well? What specific connection does my family moving have to do with your personal ledger? Why does your tongue keep bothering my brother’s life?" Peter scowls deeply. "My father is lying inside a hospital bed right now. My boots are migrating to the medical ward to deliver physical care to his system this very second. Get your frame out of my direct path!"

My eyes trailed up to his sharp jawline, his straight pointed nose, his tick, long eyebrows, and eyelashes to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips, I fought the urge to lick my lips but. Consciously, I ran a tongue over my lips, unable to stop impulse but the sound of my dad clearing his throat pulled me out from my trace as I slightly jerked, feeling electrified. "Tristan, I went you to meet my friend, Dr. Sean" My dad acquainted the sexy, demigod man with that sinful body of his. I quivered again. "Sean, meet my son, Tristan" Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swear I saw a spark in those murky orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I rea

Peter recalled looking back at the women as he made his way to tell his father that he was going to be studying flowers with the queen, the two women seemed to be in polite conversation for a minute before Wendy bowed to the Queen and took her leave to join Theodore and Peter again in the garden before heading home. "Father! Father, guess what!" Peter hollered while running in excitement. "What is it, son?" Theodore asked while wiping the dirt from his hands. Back then, Peter's father was still very young and quite handsome to look at. He had the same hair that Peter had now, just long enough to cover roughly half of his forehead when it was shaggy, the color was nearly black and his eyes we

what about this stalker you called me about?" He said clicking on his mouse a few times before looking directly at me. I resisted the urge to look away matching his stare. "I don't know. I think it has something to do with Ivy. I haven't heard from The Punisher in over two years, but I met someone and they sent her a letter. I know it had to come from them." I felt my voice getting weaker so I took another large drink. Most drank for courage, but I didn't fear my father. I had grown to loathe him. He was a truly manipulative man, distant, ruthless, and cold man. I was just trying to stay calm, hoping the bourbon would numb me. He looked up at me, eyes wide, almost concerned. "The Punisher w