Female Peter Parker の小説・ストーリー

died. "Get the lady a glass of water, Peter. She looks thirsty" He said. I finally glanced at the Man. He was— beautiful, with perfectly gelled hair and beautiful grey eyes. He looked everything a man was supposed to be. A beautiful criminal. TBC

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

"It's so strange hearing someone talk about me like this. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl any guy would fall in love with to this extent. I just thought myself to be an average girl, you know, just your average girl next door. Never...the girl with the werewolf soul mate." "Life comes with a lot of surprises but you have never been the average girl, I refuse to believe it. There's a light about you, that even if you weren't my mate, I would pick up. Have you seen the eyes that follow you wherever you walk? How you leave people in awe? You're magical, Pandora." "I think that's the first time you've called me by my name." "Really?" "Yes, you always call me sweetheart, sweetie pie, love

Nesha immediately smiled and ran to him and hugged him tightly. "It's okie dokie.", She said as she hugged him tightly. "Now, now, you guys need medications.", This was Sarah from behind us. "You made out of there?", I asked curiously. "I don't call her Natasha Romanoff for no reason.", Neil said as Nesha released him. Neil stood up smiling. "Mr. Parker, thanks for that honour.", She said smirking back. "Now.. you need some medications so kindly sit. I don't need you to die.", She said looking at me.

he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sounded like it had been dragged through gravel. "She’s at her studio," I said, my voice dropping to match his. "Where she’s been for the last three months since she realized exactly what kind of monster you are. She’s trying to build a life out of the scraps you left her, while your board of directors is currently hiring digital mercenaries to breach her devices during her academy showcase." Peter reached toward his laptop, his fingers flying across the trackpad with a frantic, desperate speed that completely shattered his robotic facade. "Miller! Get the tactical team online. I need a hard perimeter around the Industrial District site immediate

She was thin, her dark hair streaked with premature grey despite looking no older than her late twenties, but her eyes held a fierce intelligence that captivity hadn't dimmed. "You're her," she breathed. "The Silver Luna. The one who freed the wolves at the Montana facility." Tears began streaming down her face. "We felt it, all of us felt it when you broke their hold. The guards, they became confused, disorganized. We saw our chance, and we ran." I moved toward her slowly, aware of Kane's protective presence at my back. "You're safe now," I assured her gently. "What's your name?" "Peta," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "Peta Thornton. I was taken from the Silver Creek pack twe

I twisted to look at Avi. “My wife and daughter have been singing your praises since yesterday. I have to admit I was a bit jealous I didn’t get to meet you. The name is Peter. Peter Heroux, previous Alpha of the Lunar Lake pack. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Peter reached his hand out through his book stacks and over the edge of the desk towards me. “Iris. Iris Armando of the Black Moon pack.” I smiled as I extended my hand out to shake his. “And future Luna of the Lunar Lake pack.” Peter grinned as he settled back in his chair. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Each one reminded me of Lily, the fear, the shame, the desperate hope for escape. One afternoon, I was bandaging a woman's sprained wrist when Sofia appeared at the shelter door with my mother. "Mami!" She ran to me. "Abuela brought me because you forgot your phone. There were five missed calls." I checked my phone. All from the same unknown number. As I stared at it, it rang again. "Hello?" "Dr. Martinez? This is Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's assistant. Lily Morrison would like to meet with you. Are you available tomorrow afternoon?"

I tried gently, “don’t be mad. We couldn’t bring Peter with us. It would’ve been illegal. Do you want us to get arrested, baby?” She stiffened at the nickname but finally turned her eyes to me. “No—it’s not that, it’s just...” She trailed off, and something about her voice—cracked, but holding back—told me how much she cared for that weird little kid. Dad shifted slightly, his hand twitching toward her but stopping short. “Peter’s sick,” she whispered. “He has something rare. A neurodegenerative disease. They say he’s not got more than a few years left.”

I can’t force her out either because it’ll attract attention to us. “Christina please, for the love of God! Don’t let your fathers death go to waste.” I plead. Christina glares at me In such a way that shits me up immediately. “Please don’t do this!” She pleads. “Don’t worry, you're probably next in line.” Xavier says. We all watch as Peter is outnumbered and is laid back flat in his human form again. Completely naked. I feel so bad for him and Christina. She must be feeling horrible right now.