Keeper Peet Novel Novels & Stories

What did Atticus do to this Pete guy? I thought Apex was just a resort. A place where rich people tossed back cocktails while they gambled their boredom away. Not... whatever this is. Not secret calls about people vanishing and men being "handled." Pete, whoever he is, apparently made the mistake of pissing off the wrong people.

Watson took the podium to hint the start of the presentation; "The first to report is from the planning department; they will give us the background of the company, we just acquired, Manager Pete, please take the lead." Pete was sweating buckets knowing his department is not prepared for the presentation. He nervously wiped his sweat as he glared at his team who were all avoiding eye contact with him except for Keira. She smiled at Pete and mouthed the words, "I will do it." Pete finally breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke to the microphone. "The planning department prepared thoroughly for the data to be presented today, thus our new staff Ms. Keira Gray will be in charge of our presentati

Perhaps, he's learned something new. The waitress — a tall, plump, blonde with striking eyes and firm lips — sauntered over. “Good evening. Would you like the usual?” “Yeah.” Pete grunts, setting the blue-colored file he has in hand down, before sliding it across the table to me. Judging from the look on his face, I know he's not here to deliver the best news. I open it, skimming through the sheets idly, while the waitress delivers his drink. “A disgusting man, through and through.”

At closing time, after 1 botched Blended Crème Frap, 1 weak espresso, 1 forgotten order, 5 irate customers and countless pleas from his shift buddies to go home and rest, Chester – that is, Septimus – finally takes off his green apron with the Brew Bear logo now stained with coffee from the malfunctioning ICB-Twin Infusion Brewer. He’s been demoted to dishwashing duties for most of the night, not that it helped because as soon as he was he promptly broke a stack of saucers and one really fancy, incredibly expensive cup.

’ Chesed hummed in thought. ‘I’m sure it will work itself out. And who knows, maybe Zoe will find her mate, and her pup can be the next Petridis Beta for our pack.’ I shrugged, checking that the tray looked perfect. A stack of fluffy pancakes, fresh berries sprinkled across them, a dollop of whipped butter at the center, a glass of juice, and a cup of coffee.

Made it edible. They ate at the counter again. No pretense. No performance. Just two people who’d somehow ended up in this strange space between war and something else. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said. “I know.” She pushed rice around her plate. “But watching you burn food hurts me spiritually.” He huffed. Almost a laugh. She looked up. “Did you just laugh?” “No.” “You did.” “I didn’t.” “Kael Penking. The most feared alpha in New York. Just laughed at a cooking joke.”

"Maybe so. But to Lochlan and Sven, she's worth it. We already know why, for Lochlan, it's Sven's reasons that have me curious." *** Aside from Barabbas and Mik, there was this one - Pep. Short and stocky with a wooly mess of hair, his eyes looked at her, hungry for more than just flesh. He made her skin crawl. Out of her three keepers, Penny preferred Mik. Barabbas was a sociopath, and Pep was a pervert. Mik... he just seemed annoyed with babysitting. "You will eat." "When I am hungry," Penny said evenly. Unlike Mik, who simply placed the tray down on the table and left, Pep liked to assert himself. He wanted to be obeyed, whereas Mik didn't seem to care if she starved to death or not. Pep

Steve deadpanned. "And Alpha Peete? " She had strived the man wouldn't counter. After all, he would feel leveraged if he mated her under such circumstances and she didn't need him anymore, she already found her mate as the elderly lady asserted she would. "Alpha Peete already chose a mate from his pack" Steve retorted and Skylar sough in relief.

I half yelled. " Okay, bla bla." He said swiftly turning and heading towards the opposite direction. I shaked my head slightly, before turning back continueing my journey to the dinning room... As I dug my fork into the well made Pad Thai. And as I mulch on it, my mind drifted back to what I heard. Is Pete the fake Pete? If he was how come they have same voices. Pete is a jovial person and I don't believe he could have masterd Krit's cold reaction so perfectly.

I didn't say it out loud, but I'd work twenty coffee jobs if it meant I got to watch over her. The place was called Bean Hive. Small, busy, smelled like toasted cinnamon and burnt espresso. I started two days after Sierra. The manager, a skinny guy named Pete, seemed nice but didn’t trust me around the machines after I cracked the espresso handle just trying to lock it in. “Uh, maybe... stick to wiping tables, yeah?” Pete said, staring at the bent metal like it had personally insulted him. “Right. Sorry,” I muttered, trying to hide how red my face got.