Miguel X Peter B Novels & Stories

A soft knock drew Miguel’s attention away from the papers he was reading. Moments later, Beatrice’s head peeked through the slightly open door as she pushed it further. “Miguel, Agus is here,” she informed him. “Let him in, Manang.” The door opened wider, allowing a tall, moreno, and muscular man to step in. Quietly, he shut the door behind him and faced the man seated behind the wide mahogany desk. “Balita (1), Miguel?” he greeted his friend.

His steps were as intimidating as Miguel's. “Since when do you make critical decisions without me?” His voice echoed as he stood before Miguel who didn't even glance at him. “What a weird way to greet your boss.” Miguel scoffed. “Spare me that. You're leaving for New York and I had to hear it from Lucius? Am I your second in command or just one of your guards?” Xander continued, his brows furrowed. “Xander,” Miguel finally looked up. “If you miss me, just say so.” He chuckled dryly but Xander tightened his fists.

"Go away." Thomas stayed where he was, hands open in front of him. "I know you're scared. But I'm here to help you." "You work for Uncle Xavier," Miguel said, voice shaking. "You're one of the bad men." Thomas shook his head slowly. He reached into his pocket. Miguel flinched, but Thomas only pulled out a photograph. "Look," he said, holding it out. "Do you know who this is?" Miguel hesitated, then leaned forward just enough to see.

Contrasting with Peter, who was supposedly out of town and wouldn't return anytime soon, Brian conveyed a sense of urgency. Personally, I harboured a desire to meet Peter, though articulating the exact reasons proved elusive. Our interaction had been limited to a single video call with Brian, yet the intrigue persisted, perhaps fueled by his personality or physical appeal. Strikingly, Peter resembled Brian so closely that I initially mistook him for Brian's twin during the video call, only to discover later that they were not related.

Marco pov We made my men find Xavier's place, and studied it very well. We made a plan to break into it. We are going to surprise him nicely. Vincent was around the house with some of his men, others were in the helicopter with Malik and others were with me in the house I took my phone and I tried to call Peter video call, he finally answered his phone " Morning, Cole." He said, looking away " Morning, eventually, you picked up the phone. I think I should confiscate it for a week when I come back."

"C'mon, I know this is an important evening for you. You've always wanted to do this for a long time, and now you've finally gotten your goal. I'm so proud of you." Miguel smiled as he turned to face Leandro. He recognized him because he had been her colleague for a long time, and they had seen each other at company events. "Congratulations, man!" "Thanks! I really appreciate it." "Shall we have dinner?" he asked, turning to face her. "Just the two of us? Don't you think we should bring Peter?" "I've already called him, but he's busy with a school project. We'll have dinner with him some other time. Let's just enjoy this evening for now."

I wanted to scold him, but I held back, not wanting to wake my child. “Small world. I didn’t even know you and Miggy had a child.” “Did he tell you?” I asked, catching Miguel’s uncomfortable expression when I met his gaze. “He didn’t. His personal assistant did,” Don Ernesto replied. “Who?” “Sebastian Sentones. He’s your friend, right?” I scoffed. “He’s not my friend, sir.” “But they used to flirt,” Miguel interjected. My jaw clenched at his words. If we weren’t in a morgue right now, I might have slapped him.

I said, feigning ignorance. The man—Peter, as I soon learned—smiled back, but his eyes remained sharp and calculating. "My name is Peter, and I’d really appreciate it if you could make this easy for both of us. I mean, don’t drag this out," he said, tapping his pen on the table. I crossed my legs and readjusted my sitting position. "What do you want from me, Peter?" He leaned forward slightly, his expression hardening. "So, Miss Martinez, why did you stab Mr. Grant?"

Peter said and it sounded sensible to Mikhaila but she was running out of ideas and it was beginning to frustrate her. "So what would you have me do then" Mikhaila asked her frustration was now evident in her voice and Peter saw that as an opportunity to take advantage of her. "Come to me and we would talk about this physically" Peter said as he heard Mikhaila scoff. "Please all you want to do is fuck and I told you already we are done in that way" Mikhaila said. "And if we are done what makes you think I wouldn't betray you" Peter said as Mikhaila smiled,she knew that if there was anything peter was being a betrayal wasn't one of it and besides she knew he wouldn't because he was still in l

Diego: “You could have been badly hurt, Diego. How could you go to them when you know that they are not allies? They could have killed…” “The Alpha and Beta are Lea’s great uncle and grandfather.” I said, stopping mom. Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room.