Christmas Peter Griffin Novels & Stories

“Great granny." “I'm so sorry I missed your wedding," she said, ruffling his hair. “You're now a man." He smiled. Selene stood up behind him, smiling from ear to ear, waiting to be acknowledged. After hugging Caleb, her eyes darted to me. Her smile faltered a little. “And…who is she?” " Oh! She's a nobody,” Selene chuckled. The woman shot her a deadly look. " And who are you?” " Oh! Great granny. This is my wife,” Caleb introduced.

I took a deep breath, smelling the perfume on his clothes. Peter was silent for a few moments, and I was about to move from that position to look at him when he spoke again. " What are you watching? " Peter took advantage of our position and hugged me. " The silence of the lambs," I lifted my face toward him, "Will you watch it with me?” " That depends, will you stop crying? " He asked, stroking my head. " Only if you give me chocolate," I forced a smile. " No problem," he laughed, letting go of me to pick up the box “Have you spent the whole day in bed?”

“This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.” “Gushy…” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “You know… The happy cry ones. Heck, I even tear up when the Grinch’s heart grows at the end of that little cartoon.” She sighed. “But to be fair, I’ve been known to get teary at a heart-tugging commercial at Christmas time.” “Yeah… I don’t do Christmas.” “So, I’ve noticed,” she said, tipping her head to one side to study him. If anything, his features had tightened, his eyes had grown darker. Just the mention of the holiday had been enough to close him up tight. And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him.

“They love you to pieces.” I smiled then. And that’s how we fell asleep. Both of us smiling. Me holding her hand. Her thankful to be a part of a close knit group. And me thankful that I got to do this. I got my second chance. I’d never been more thankful for anything. <> Something was tickling me. I opened my eyes to see Frankie’s big ass head close to my face. I looked at him funny. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just waking you up princess. It’s Christmas!!” He said smiling.

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

I chuckled. “I would like that. Thank you Peter and thank you for doing this.” He nodded and helped me into my coat, his hand lingering on my waist. I stepped away but he held my hand. “Merry Christmas Anastasia and Cheers to new friendship.” He wished and I smiled in reply, I wonder why people in tabloids mention the strained relationship between the two cousins, Peter seemed really amicable and Nathan is very Nathan like. “See you more and make sure you get my contact from Nathan.”

"I'm curious to see who's bold enough to try and play me." "And the girl..." "She'll come to us on her own," Peter said, a playful glint in his eyes. His face, usually so indifferent and emotionless, revealed a hint of fading interest. Sean had not known Peter for a very long time, but it was long enough. Sean knew all about Peter's adventures overseas and how talented he was. However, a few years back, Peter did something unexpected: he left his life abroad and came home. Even though he worked at the huge Nexus Group, he was just the general manager. Everyone thought Peter would take over the family business someday, but since he returned, his grandpa Xylos, the head of the Lennon family, s

Hey!" I exclaimed. "You didn't tell me there was a new year eve party tonight. " he said. "Thanks to my guys around. " he added. I smiled and said "will you make it? " "Sure. Why not? " he asked. "Okay I'll get ready. We will be leaving by 9." I told him. He nodded and went to his room. Peter and I left our compound at exactly 9pm. The weather was cold and I was a bit shaky. I had not come along with my jacket. As we walked to 3rd street, the street was filled up, the loud music was playing and fire crackers were everywhere. "Wow. This is cool. I've never experienced a street party before. " confessed Peter. "I think I should include it in my Internship log book. " he joked and I chuckled. "

"You're a good man and you're bound to find a good woman, try to get rid of and control your feelings for Baby so that you give other women a chance to get your attention." Hearing his best friend's words, which he thought was so sweet, made Christian even more amazed at the figure of his beloved friend. Peter is a married man and has two childrens, a son and a daughter and his wife is his first girlfriend love. Everyone who saw Peter was impressed that his life was going well and happy even though in reality it was not like that. he is the type of man who is always grateful for whatever he has. "I hope you are as lucky as you are who have a beautiful wife and love me for who I am, there is

His jaw clenched as he turned and walked away, leaving Vanessa frozen, her heart shattered, her eyes filled with tears, and something darker. --- Meanwhile, across town, Tiffany was preparing a peace offering. She wrapped the small box with care, a gift for Peter to make up for the distance that had grown between them. She chose his favorite cologne and paired it with a handwritten note. Maybe this would remind him of the girl he first fell for. But Peter had already made up his mind. He held a bar of her favorite chocolate as he walked toward her house, not a romantic gesture, but a soft farewell. His heart was heavy, but the decision was clear. It had been for a while.