Ask John Piper Novels & Stories

"I'm still working, so yes. What's going on, Piper?" Piper took a deep breath. "I'm at the entrance. Could you come down? I need to tell you something important." He responded quickly. "Sure, I'll be right down." She was talking to Finnigan Ordman, the head of the Public Integrity Office and an old friend of Sawyer's. During their last visit, they hadn't thought the matter serious enough to bother him. Just then, someone emerged from the building. It was the same manager who'd handled their case before.

“Yes, sorry. I’m filled with them these days. Nervous habit.” “I can appreciate that. We all have nervous habits.” “What are yours?” “Cutting the heads off of she-wolves who ask too many questions,” Piper replied politely. I had to fight back a laugh. “So… how old did you say you are again?” Oh, dear Goddess. Was she ever going to let up? Piper sighed. “I do not believe I answered your question.” “You just seem… so young,” Jenny added, as though that observation made her questions okay.

A few tattoos that weren’t there before marked his extremely toned body. “Didn’t you enjoy that punk inside you just now? Know what, ‘Miss Piper’, I’m going to enjoy you as well.” “I…” I couldn’t admit who I was to Syl. “You must have made a mistake. I’m Piper Taylor, and I don’t know you.” “That’s fine, Miss Piper. I will enjoy you like how he just did.” I was already sore from Jasper’s rough treatment earlier, but I nodded. “Sir, I hope you can come by more often. You are a member here, and you have access to these benefits.”

My dad asked in a teasing voice. I groaned internally. He was using “THAT” voice. “Dad, Peter is someone I met today. I just told you about him. He helped me out with Patty…” Piper interrupted with a scoff. “Someone? Peter Melton isn't someone. He's the number one elite, he's the richest guy in Delengade.” Piper said excitedly. Dad looked surprised. “Is he back in the country then? I thought he was abroad. Dave said so the last time we talked.”

“Piper, I have a confession. On that night seven years ago, the man you spent the night with was me. Please don’t misunderstand me. It all happened because of an unintentional mistake. I’ll explain later. The important thing is that I’ve done as detailed an investigation as possible and I want to tell you this. The result is that we spent the night together seven years ago.” What?! Was he joking? “Is this a joke, sir?” I asked. “Piper, please. Stop calling me ‘sir’. Just call me by my name. That’s what I want and I’m not joking. I’m serious,” he replied. “W-what?”

'', Peter said with a meaningful stare. John stared at him dead in the eye. ''You are not bullshitting me?''. ''No, I swear on my late wife, Annie's grave''. John knew by those words , that Peter was indeed genuine. ''Than I accept your apology and a new beginning'', John said, standing up and reaching out to shake his hand. Peter took the last deep drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke in the morning breeze. He flicked the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray and took John's hand in his.

I was sure that he’d want his own place if he ended up staying here long term. Piper took it upon herself to tell him about the pack, at least what she’d experienced so far, and how much fun training was. She even flexed her muscles, as if two days of training were enough to build them up. “Wow,” Jory said as he felt them. “Nice!” Piper grinned proudly, happy with his reaction. Then she proceeded to tell him that she wanted to be a warrior when she got older. He ruffled her hair and said that she’d make a great one.

Piper asked, sitting next to Gio. “No, because he barely said two words down at the apartment. Hi, I’m Anthony Jones. Nice to meet you. That’s all.” “That’s more than two words. Two sentences, babe,” Piper said, trying to brighten up the tension in the room. She rolled her eyes. “What I meant to say. Maybe he practiced an American accent a thousand times.” “Babe, can’t you recognize him by how he looked? Like maybe he’s European—” “Right, I’m so stupid!” she hollered. “Don’t say he’s black, Asian, or—”

Piper thought it was a simple task, she could have gotten it done but getting close to Faith, but then all hell broke loose when she received a call from Carla – telling her that Kai needs to see her. It was the first time Piper met Kai. She never saw him before – all their communications were done through Carla. Piper always believed that Kai was an old man – maybe around Aldo’s age, but she was surprised to see a man if not as old as Mateo, then probably a one or so younger than him.

“Miss Hart, long time no see. How have you been?” A greasy voice interrupted. Piper turned to see a plump, middle-aged man standing before her. She internally recoiled but forced a smile. This was Mr. Doug, a wealthy investor. Winning his favor meant immediate funding, without even reviewing proposals. Previously, Piper had accompanied him for a few drinks, and he invested in the Hart family. But she had refused to do more for him—she found him unpleasant. “Mr. Doug! Long time no see. You’re still as dashing as ever!” Piper complimented, maintaining her charm.