Billy Peltzer Novels & Stories

I'm supposed to be helping the waitstaff serve appetizers and clear tables, not gawking at the rich people. Still, it’s hard not to stare at all the finery. I've only ever seen this kind of event in movies. Ma'am Pearla is scurrying around making sure everything is perfect. This charity event seems to be such a big deal because the Calloways spared no expense. There's even a live band performing. I see Mr Calloway mingling with the guests, shaking hands and smiling. His witch of a wife is donned in a shiny gold dress, laughing and chatting with the other ladies. Whenever I see her happy, disgust creeps into my stomach and I want to gag. I've grown to hate her so much and I don't think I'll e

He took a swig from his beer. Patty bashfully swung her head to one side as she smiled. “Thanks, Dalton.” “I believe it’s more than that,” Billy said. “Let’s not forget the guy on the plane.” “Oh, yes,” Jackie said. “He was nice. He was a lawyer from Seattle. Patty, you liked him, right?” “Yeah . . . he was okay,” Patty said softly. Goldman harshly cleared his throat. Billy chuckled. “Adorable, isn’t she? She’s so modest.”

I tried to break the silence. Everyone looked at me. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. “Actually, my name is Billy, and I'm a Beta.” "Sorry, I didn't hear that clear... could you... ?" Madelyn's parents reacted for a moment, as if in disbelief. His father hesitated: "You mean, you're the beta from the Black Valley Pack? Charles's beta Billy? In my memory, I've only heard of one B**e named Billy." "Yes, I am."

CHAPTER 4 BELLA Amber and Brie have been trying so hard to get me to socialize more and also to start dating. I have made a few friends, but I just wasn't ready for the dating part. There are a few young men who regularly attempt to get my attention, but I just ignore it. The thing is, I put on a brave and happy face for the public, but on the inside, I am still fighting hard against my demons. I am too scared to allow myself to trust any guy. When I am alone, memories of my past life flood my thoughts, and I cry buckets of loads of tears. But then, I remind myself of all the things that I am now thankful for and forcefully pull myself together. Amber's niece Pearl had set me up on a date wi

"I hear there'lIl be an opening in the Boston chapter soon. Some nasty business with Peltzer's bankruptcy. Ironic he should sound so gleeful about it when he would be in the same boat as Peltzer soon. Sooner than he expected. I couldn't fucking wait. Until then...

"Billy, I'm heading out for a bit. This is a Windseeker Pill. If the Fish Men show up, call Selmer and use this to track him down. Capture them alive and wait for me to get back." Taking the Windseeker Pill, Billy stared at him. "You're giving me orders now?" Felix was annoyed. If he hadn't realized how tricky and dangerous the Fish Men were after meeting Pierre, he'd have left it to Selmer alone. However, with Billy joining in, the chances of success were much higher. "Cut the nonsense. I'll owe you a favor." Billy grinned. "Aw, you don't have to be so uptight about it. It's only expected that friends help each other. Anyway, since you insist, you now owe me a favor."

As they passed Billy looked over at me. "Perfect is she not?" He asked in Latin, the only language allowed to be spoken in this room. "Absolutely." I whispered. "Just turned 18 last week and is as pure as the first winter snow," Billy smiled. "A rare find these days." "She looks scared." I pointed out. In addition to being a member of the club, Billy was Abigail's accountant, and knew her quite well on a personal level ,so was privy to quite a bit of inside information

I eye Bert and he nods. “See you soon, oh, and what’s your name?” I ask. “You can call me Billy,” he replies. “See you soon, Billy.” I hang up the phone and look at Bert who has a smile on his face, “What’s so funny?” I ask. Bert composes himself and puts the limo in drive, “He’s a regular client and he hires a girl every year for this very event and some others. He just isn’t what you expect.”

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.