Divergent Movie Peter Novels & Stories

Third-person POV. “Dammit!” Peter let out a curse into the silent room in the unknown destination he was in. He doesn’t know how long he has been here but he can’t stay no longer. Peter wanted to complete his mission but fuck, these men were standing in his way. Just some time ago he had landed in the States, reeling with the hope of achieving his goals and gaining his freedom. But now he was even in more problem. Peter gazed at the door, yearning to move up from his tied position and over to the door. He yearned to tug the door open and flee. Capture his unwanted daughter and hand her over to the mafia brothers.

"You let him hit you, Peter. You absolute idiot. Why didn't you use your security tech? Why did you come here alone?" Peter didn't move an inch. He stood there beneath her hovering hands, his chest rising and falling in a rapid, uncoordinated pattern that looked entirely human. His dark eyes drank her in like a man who had been stranded in a desert for three months and had finally found a drop of rain. "It was a necessary diagnostic," Peter murmured, his voice rough and thick with blood. "The ledger required an adjustment."

, Dr Torres informed. “I know. I mean to appoint some good ad writer to ghost write ads for Jessica. She has to force Robert to sign the divorce papers and stay glued to Robert’s side till I manage to marry Sarah”, Peter revealed his plan. “And what if Sarah refuses you?”, Dr Torres questioned, alarmed at Peter’s confidence. “How can that ugly woman refuse me ?”, Peter retorted incredulously. “What if she decides to marry Dr Sam?”, Dr Torres asked again. “Before that I will kill Dr Sam”, Peter chuckled cruelly with a sinister look.” I will kick out or kill every stone in my path.”

The maids, who had previously been subservient to him, were all accusing him now. Colors drained from Peter's face, and he said desperately, "Lies! You're all lying. I am innocent. These wretches are conspiring against me. Sir..." Drake narrowed his eyes, sneering, "I gave you a chance. You've wasted it." "Sir, please don't," Peter pleaded tearfully. Drake raised his hand, and the two mercenaries stepped forward, grabbing Peter's arms. With one final, desperate cry, he was thrown overboard, his voice fading into the night as the waves swallowed him.

Offering support and understanding was all she could do now. Peter didn’t understand what had happened. He hadn’t seen his family in just over a week. Just a few days and he didn’t recognize his daughter. He had so many questions in his head that he wanted answers to, but he wasn’t getting them. Daria was guiding him slightly, gesturing with her hand to let it go now. This moment was not suitable for a family discussion or a confrontation with their daughter’s potential mate.

David shrugs even though he is extremely annoyed when someone doesn't do what he wants: "I want you to write a petition for me and my father." Matthew adjusted the cuffs of his shirt a little: “Never, you dream. Goof." David stood up: "Fuck, you should remember that I am holding your sister, you should obediently respond. If not, will you take me abroad to hide from my crime?" Matthew: “I'm not like your dad, David Smith. Now that you go abroad, I will also hire an assassin to kill you." David was furious, he stood up to grab Mia. At this moment, Peter quickly hit a hard blow on the back of the neck of the man holding Mia's shoulder, he immediately fainted after Peter's fist and his body fel

My body moves fast than my brain, Peter is caught off guard and I easily slip from his rough grip. Something hot passes on top of my hair. Peter's body is detached from mine and he falls. My legs are shaking, I can barely move. I stare down between my legs and I realize am standing on a pool of blood and Peter is dead.