SPIDER-MAN IMAGINES

TITLE ANNOUNCEMENT + Sneak Peek of The New Eddie Brock x Reader Book

*I did all of this mostly last night, with some today. For those of you wondering how my aunt is doing, her cancer is stage 4 pancreatic. You never get better once you get pancreatic cancer. Treatment doesn't fix it. God can, but only if He wants to. But my aunt's cancer is so bad that it has spread to her brain even. There's my update on her. Thank you; please keep praying. Pray that she finds God before it's too late.

Hey guys! Instead of an imagine, I have decided to announce the title of the Eddie Brock book, as well as a sneak peek to the very first chapter! I hope you all enjoy this <3

The title is Violet Hour [Eddie Brock x Reader], and the soundtrack, covers, and the first two chapters will be published this Sunday.

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QUEENS, NEW YORK

With a long ripping sound, the last folds of the box in front of you were taped shut. You stood up straight and wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Huffing, you looked around. Only about half of your apartment was all packed up, and you were beyond frustrated.

It sucked having to do this alone, but you had no one in your life that you could call. The only people that would help you were the moving guys that were coming at seven o'clock in the morning.

Your parents weren't around. Well, they weren't around you. They were alive and well, as far as you knew, but they weren't the kinds of parents to want to stay connected to their daughter. Not in the least. After they split up for good, they couldn't stand to be near one another. You had to move your mother upstate and your father went off on his own, not bothering to tell you where he was going. You were sure he had settled down with someone else by now.

Your boyfriend had dumped you five months prior to when you'd found an apartment. Well, he didn't actually dump you. You both realized that you weren't at your happiest with one another. It wasn't that you argued, it was just that the dates were starting to get long and boring. The conversations were dull. You both called each other less and less frequently... and then one day he said it should be over, because there wasn't much to keep alive. You agreed and allowed it. The next day, he came over, picked up the t-shirts that he had given you to wear, and he was gone. You hadn't heard from him since.

And you didn't actually have any friends. You worked on your own, so it wasn't like you went to a building every day and sat in an overheated office with people. It was just you in front of your computer at your desk, typing away ideas that never took off..

You looked down at the roll of packing tape in your hands. You were running out, and this was the last roll. Guess I'm gonna have to make another run to the store, you thought.

You were leaving for San Francisco in the morning. You'd be driving the entire way. In a matter of days, you'd be there. And you could start your new life.

But for now, you needed to get some tape.

You stepped over the piles of boxes that were covering the small living room. You went to grab your shoes, and then realized that you must have packed those first. Cursing yourself, you looked down at your feet. You had on a pair of house shoes.

It looked like you'd be wearing those until you finally got to California.

Maybe things would be better there. There was a chance that you could find where you actually belonged.

You were an aspiring writer. You had some ideas that you wanted to put into a book and publish one day, but the truth was that New York wasn't really working out for you. You couldn't find any inspiration in the place where you lived. You always felt alone, and apparently that pretty much destroyed your ability to write anything.