Miles Morales 42
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  • Reads 851
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 7
  • Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27
Savanah was walking home one night when she spots the Prowler... Without his mask.
(I don't own cover image or anything related to the Spider Verse series)
Female reader, romance
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#4 miles42 out of 89 stories
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