Keeper Peet Novel Novels & Stories

Letting his gaze wander over the windows of the mansion, everything seemed to be normal. "Something the matter?", Katherine asked curiously, as Pete was still standing next to the horse, his hand on the hilt of his sword as if ready to unsheathe it. With a short scan, she couldn't find an enemy. Relaxing his stance as to not scare her unnecessarily, Pete gave one of his rare smiles. "No, milady. Nothing." Walking over to the other guard, he stretched out his hands for the reins. "My horse please." While giving it to him, Jack quietly muttered: "No worries."

The café behind them continued playing soft music, and the faint smell of grilled food drifted through the cool evening air. Pete slowly lifted his head and looked up toward the dark sky above the street. For the first time that night, his mind began imagining a completely different future. A future where his company rose again. A future where all the people who had doubted him would be forced to watch him succeed. A future where Petra would regret ever leaving him. His lips curled slowly into a cold smile. “When our company rises again,” Pete said slowly, his voice carrying a quiet but unmistakable venom as he continued staring up at the sky above them, “I want that bitch Petra to see exact

He probably thought the same thing now. … It wasn't until I completely disappeared from his sight that Antonio snapped out of it. He irritably reached for his cigarette, but instead, he found a small paper packet. Inside were a few pieces of hard mint candy. He smoked so heavily that his throat often felt irritated. I had tried hundreds of different recipes to make him some candy, all just to make him feel a little more comfortable. He unwrapped a piece and popped it into his mouth. The cool sweetness made him relax, and his furrowed brow smoothed out.

Joey felt glad for Jace who is not only his boss but also his friend. He got himself a wife material in Ms. Miller! Joey thought to himself. "Wow! These are good!" Joey said as he took a bite of the pasta. And looking at all the food on the table. There's fried chicken, pizza, sandwiches and orange juice for their drinks and there's also cheesecake for dessert. "Ms. Miller is really thoughtful huh?" "How did you know it's from her?" Jace said as he eat the clubhouse sandwich. Joey grinned playfully. "Who else then if not her! I haven't meet any of your conquest that seem to know about your food habit. Those women only knows your sex drive and how much is your net value!"

As I drove my pickup truck, I also told him Isabelle’s story to convince him to go with me, and when we arrived at the retreat house, I realized my sister was right. I felt relaxed right away watching the giant trees surrounding the retreat center, and as we went to our designated accommodation, I couldn’t stop admiring the place. I could say I didn’t regret coming here. Our cottage looked so adorable. Zachary left to order food and bottled water since we hadn’t had breakfast.

The nachos suddenly didn't seem as appealing as they had been seconds prior. "Oh shit, you're up." Pete came waltzing into the kitchen, shirtless and his mop of hair dripping wet. "Ooh nachos!" "Paws off my food!"I slapped his hand away from my food, but it didn't seem to phase him as he plopped a chip into his mouth. "And don't you own a shirt? Chrimeny. And why's your hair wet?" Pete chuckled lightly before stealing another chip. At this rate I wouldn't even get any of my own nachos.

Blair walked to him, smiling when Mojo's eyes fixed on the blonde beauty as he chuckled. "You never fail to amaze me..." he hugged her when she answered, "When are we going to meet the girl of yours?" "Girl or girls?" both Giovanni and Mojo laughed hysterically. "Won't you introduce me, my child?" Pete came speaking a cheeky way when Giovanni introduced, "Pete, this is Mojo... Mojo, this is our godfather." "Pete, he is a drug dealer," Giovanni said and Pete raised both of his brows unaware. "Nice to meet you, sir," Mojo shook hands with the old man.

"Books, as if they are rare? My little master also has to find a beautiful and beautiful girl to love! Sweet Pea Guun ca, me and Cuth Ber waiting for the two of you to return, arriving in city A must immediately be Show us your pipe, otherwise this cannot be left alone!" Sweet Pea Guun thought of Brene Brian's social anxiety and didn't respond, "Speaking of which, his situation is quite unique."

Ever since that day, her mother constantly brings Peppy up when Cal asks if she can have a pet. “You’re probably right.” Callie sighed pulling us back to the present, “I can’t wait to live on my own. I’m going to bring home every pet of which I can possibly think.” “Maybe not a skunk?” I grinned, thinking about those five long weeks of trying to get rid of the smell. “Maybe not again.” Callie laughed, “But Peppy was worth all that cleaning.” We looked down at the bird. He had snuggled against Callie’s leg and began to fall asleep.

I asked, turning a charming smile toward the chubby worker. “Peter McDowell, but your wolf can just call me Pete, Master Johnson,” he stuttered out, his cheeks turning an instant, bright shade of pink. I always felt a twisted sense of victory when my frame made a mid-rank male blush. “There is absolutely no need for formal titles in my circle. Pete works perfectly. So, what dark plans are your beasts plotting over this tablet?” I asked smoothly, leaning into his space. “We are mapping out the potential interior layouts for your new boutique, J-Johnson,” Pete stammered, his fingers tapping the crystal screen. “My shift-partner and I drew these visual scrawls up last midnight for your wolf to