Ask John Piper Novels & Stories

Papa just fell on his face. "Mr. Kailes, wait!" Johnser said here and followed out. I stood up from the seat and followed Johnser outside. "Please? I'm sorry. I assure you, Mr. Kailes this new model of Uphone cellphone is great. I'm telling the truth, Mr. Kailes." Johnser just said here. Mr. stopped walking. Kailes looked at Johnser. I don't want to play with you around, "I said rudely." "" "

“Hi… this is Piper. I got your contact from Diana. I need someone tailed and I need information on this person for the next twenty-four hours. It’s urgent.” “Understood,” she said quickly. “Send me the picture, and I’ll begin tonight.” I opened my gallery and hesitated before sending Bryan’s old photo .. his face smiling, alive. My hands trembled. “His name is Bryan. I need to know where he is, if he’s alive, or if someone’s pretending to be him.” “I’ll get into it,” she said, her tone clipped and professional. “Expect updates soon.”

For the first time in a long time, the urge to go simply wasn’t there. Maybe Ember had been right all along. Maybe she had only been interested because Rollins was a big part of it and a bigger part of her life. And now, he wasn’t. Piper sat on the stone bench facing the fountain. She leaned back and released a long, heavy breath she had been holding. She needed to find Kris. Now that she wasn’t planning on stopping him, now that she only wanted answers, she was certain he’d cooperate. Even a small sample of the bane would do.

He finally turns his gaze to Piper. The silence in the room stretches, tight as a piano wire. Alaric takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhales a cloud of smoke directly into Piper's face, and then looks down at her as if she were a smudge of dirt on his leather boots. "Who told you to speak to me?" he asks smoothly. Piper freezes, her sweet smile stiffening into a mask of pure horror. "I... I am Piper Ashford, the true heiress of—"

The only time he ever got excitable was when money was involved…and not just any money, but dirty, old blood money— "Anyway," Piper murmured as she pranced back and slowly closed the space between them. "The day he came in, he was all over the place. Chatty as hell too. It was almost as if I was dealing with a different man. I couldn't get him to shut up!" "What's your point, Piper?" "Honestly, I don't know," she replied, shrugging helplessly. "All I'm saying is Andrei seemed different that day, and something about the whole thing bothers me."

Piper didn't have the same thunderous look as before, it was more like the joy of seeing an old friend. "You're not." Larry said with certainty. "I am." Piper said softly, "Larry, did you forget about me?" "I haven't forgotten. If I say you're not the Piper of the past, you're not." Larry shook his head, crushed out the cigarette in his hand, and raised his body. "The Piper of the past would go to a room with me when I was in need, would you?" "I would." A blush spread across Piper's face, "I'd be willing to accompany you immediately if you asked.."

This only added more fuel to the fire. Julian watched my reaction with a curious, probing glance. Whatever my face looked like made him start to smile like the devil that he was. “Why, Piper,” he said, his voice sing-song and teasing. “Did something happen in that cave that you might not want the public to know about?”

Jodie teased. Piper finally drew her scattered thoughts together and looked at her friend. "What?" "Who was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastatingly Handsome? Tell me you're finally exploring that kinky side you mentioned you had. He looked like he was into it." Jodie tugged the ends of her gray suit jacket down and leaned against the wall next to the display case. Piper sighed with more than a little envy. Jodie was tall and slender, with dark hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad.

Almost. By the time we started winding down, Piper was lying flat on her bed with her phone above her face. Her bun was falling apart and she looked exhausted, but her eyes were still alert. “Listen, Dona. I’m gonna dig around a little.” I sat up straighter. “What do you mean, dig around?” She shrugged. “You know me. I’ve got friends, I’ve got cousins, I know how to ask questions. Peter is shady, and if your mom won’t see it, then maybe we just need proof.”

A month ago in New York, Piper was derailed after Sebastian’s refusal to let her parents see their daughter. She did not even know the girl’s name or where Rush’s father lived. The last time she met Sebastian’s father was at the hospital and she was too eager to return to Ezrah to care. Piper walked into a bar and began ordering drinks. By the time she was done, her legs felt like jelly, and she fell by the wayside before the cab she ordered could arrive.