Ask John Piper Novels & Stories

“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.

Alexa asks. " Why did she have to lie?" " It's obvious. Gray is Reid's closest friend and maybe she could gain a lot from him. She wanted to prove a point to me and the world that she can also get loaded guys." I explain. " So who's responsible?" They finally ask. " Lawson. Professor Lawson." " Holy fuck." They exclaims. " No way. That man is too quiet and polite. He has a daughter and she's thirteen." Piper says. I have seen him but I know nothing about him. He doesn't tutor me actually.

“And it upsets you? I’m gonna announce it on the company anniversary. And I don’t give a shit. We’re legally married. We didn’t break any stupid rules. They can suck it up.” I laughed softly as I looked at him. “You don’t give a shit. They can suck it up. Wow. It doesn’t sound like a CEO and a president of a multi-billion dollar company.” “I’m not an old man, and I own the company, so I can swear however I want.” “Okay, big guy.” I rose from his lap and fixed my blazer. “Why did Piper turn down your offer?” “She didn’t want to take the offer because you’re her best friend. She thought I gave her the job because of your relationship.”

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.

“Please, Gianna. I know you’re still hurt. You have every right to be. But we’re here for something important. Bigger than old grudges.” I eyed her carefully. There was something different in her voice. Tiredness, fear… maybe even guilt. “I’m only keeping calm for Maxmillian,” I said finally. “Don’t mistake that for forgiveness.” The room grew quiet. Piper’s hands trembled slightly as she reached into her purse and pulled out a slim black case. “This isn’t just about us anymore,” she said. “We came because we have information. And because whether you believe it or not… we’re trying to do the right thing this time.”