Ultimate Peter Parker Novels & Stories

In other words, it was a challenge to clear out 60% of their backlog within three months like that. Tucker lit a cigarette for Javier before lighting one for himself. As he puffed on it, he recounted something, taking what sounded like a detour. “I was in the army in my youth, you know. I had a comrade in my troop whose name was Perry De Peterbus. We were the top of our class, we got assigned to the same company, and we became brothers-in-arms. We were both the cream of the crop too, so we were naturally rivals. He broke records during assault courses. I broke records in FTX. Neither of us had the upper hand against one another.

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

These days, the attack from their enemies and rivals could come in the form of the cyber world. That’s why they had curated a team of trust worthy and brilliant cyber security and hackers to work for them. Among the men in the team, one in particular was the most brilliant one among them all. His name was Terence Parkson. The guy was Korean who was born and raised in Singapore until his family moved to London when he was seven years old. He had a rather unconventional appearance. His hair was dyed silver, he wore mostly black and loved wearing silver jewelries and he had a nose and tongue piercing

"No need to worry about me." "If it weren't for your help, maybe I wouldn't be standing here and being able to build my own car repair shop, boss... so I owe you a huge debt of gratitude." What Peter was talking about was his meeting with Peter several years ago, before he accepted his grandfather's offer to move to Italy and accept the position of head of the Aldebrando mafia group.

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

Red added. "By April, did she come by and what about Peter and Parker?" "Brother Peter and Brother Parker went to Paris. They are opening their restaurant there, saying they will miss you and if you ever had the chance, come to meet them and Sister April used to come by, we told her that you will return a year later." Bertha explained. Red hummed and relaxed her shoulder, putting her head on the armrest. "I see. By the way, I need a phone. I have eradicated every identity related to Iris. Here, burn this passport as well." Red said, handing her over.

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.

Peter hissed. “I need you to distract him. I have to go to my brother’s old apartment.” “I believe you’ve LOST YOUR MIND!” Peter whisper-yelled. “You want me to distract a 6’4” giant? Should I just strip and pole dance?” “I don’t know how you’re gonna do it, but you have to,” Julian pleaded. “Of course not! I’m not doing it!” Julian put on his best pouting face. “Oh, Peter… you don’t have a choice. My sugar daddy is in the mafia.”

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence. He was the exact opposite of Jeremy, and I still marveled at the fact that they were best friends. Personally, I thought Peter was an asshole. I was sure he had his reasons, some kind of psychological trauma which shaped him into the unfeeling robot he was today. Based on the snippets I’d gleaned from Jeremy, Peter’s childhood had been even worse than ours, though I’d never managed to pull the details out of my brother. All I knew was, Peter’s parents had died while he was young and le

the woman thanked him shakily and asked him to help him to take her back home because she was exhausted due to work. Patrick did not think too much and helped her to go home and went back to his villa and slept he didn't know that two people father and son are watching him. they are Stan Lee and his father. for the past two days, stan kept pestering his father to do something about Patrick and Peter. so, it's difficult to take care of a person with a connection with the underworld so he decided to wait for MR John to return, on the other hand, he can take care of Patrick easily because he thought he was a nobody and no one will care about him.