Mission Impossible With Peter Graves Novels & Stories

“We’ll figure something out. But he’s still in the mob. If we try to contact him… Peter will know.” I swallowed. The guilt sat heavy. “Right.” A beat passed before another thought hit me. “Have you heard anything? Is Peter… alive?” Cameron sighed. “We have people watching the compound. The power came back right after your escape. When they got inside… Peter was gone. Just vanished.” My blood froze. “He could be anywhere.” “He could,” Cameron said calmly. “But without support, he can’t do anything. He doesn’t have men to carry out orders. And for now… you’ll all have constant protection. Until he’s found.”

His weathered face was on the edge of defeat but his eyes remained sharp. “No,” I replied, and then I clarified further. “Not… officially.” Isaac’s shoulders slumped. He gave Peter a look that said, “I told you so.” Peter remained silent for a moment before speaking. ”Despite everything, I believe this is our best opportunity. It’s now or never. We might not have this chance again.”

She asked in a hurry. Peter let out a deep sigh and looked down at the glass in front of him. "I don't know really. When Grace gifted me the plant, she told me it was because she wanted me to have some practice before the baby was born. She thought if I took care of the plant everyday, it would somehow help me prepare for the baby's arrival and all the extra work that came with it. I thought it was unnecessary. I didn't care much for it. I would water it a few days and forget about it some days and Grace would remind me when the plant looked down. She was always there to remind me and now she isn't." Peter took in a sharp breath running his finger across the rim of the glass. "So I guess tha

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Just as my consciousness slipped into the darkness, an anxious voice burst out, "Zachary! Why hasn't Sophie come back yet?!" It was the director of the base, Lucas Payne! That name sparked my final shred of hope. I don’t know where the strength came from, but I crawled on all fours toward the communicator lying in the snow. Finally, I grabbed it. My throat felt like it was being strangled, but I forced out a cry for help with everything I had left, "Lucas! I'm caught in a blizzard, and I don't have a protective suit! "Send the rescue team, right now!"

Lester cough again when Peter throws a dagger look at him. "I won't do anything to her," Lester said but his voice sounds to groggy to me. I can't hear it properly but Peter continues to give Lester a dagger look. If looks could kill, then maybe I and Lester are already out of this world. We can't see tomorrow new day if only looks could kill. Peter has been throwing death glares since he came here. I or I must say we, we didn't even do anything wrong to make a mad man like that and he is here giving us death glares.

Vines quickly appeared, weaving together to form a tightly woven blanket over Timophy and pinning him to the ground. I went to take a step towards Timophy as burning black sludge reached the vines, slowly burning them away, only to be stopped by a tight grip around my wrist. I typed around to see a hauntingly familiar pair of teal eyes staring at me. Peter ..... "You can't kill him on your own. Cutting his head off won't work, you need to remove his heart," Peter calmly said as we looked deeply into each other's eyes. Before I had a chance to ask any questions, a winged wolf swooped down, knocking Peter away from me.

CHAPTER 65: Strings And Puppets Victoria's POV “Quite a show, wasn’t it?” a rough voice mumbled from opposite me. I glanced over at Peter Grimlow with his scarred, rat-like face was half-lit by the green glow of the laptop on his knees. “It’s more than a show, Peter. It’s the opening act,” I said cooly. He shifted nervously. “Are you sure, V? I mean, absolutely sure we should proceed right now? The Alpha’s in a rage, the girl’s back amd Derek’s beaten to a pulp… it’s a lot of moving parts.”

Less than two minutes into the call, Peter crumpled to the ground, his body quaking uncontrollably, his face drained of all color, terror etched deep into his features. He knew it was over for him, that he was truly done for. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that this man, whom he deemed less significant than an ant, was actually the revered savior of the family patriarch and his daughter. As a Garside, he knew all too well what that man meant to the old man. To have crossed Howard was to court disaster beyond his wildest fears. No time to think—Peter scrambled on hands and knees to Howard, his voice quivering with dread.

I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects. I drift through the wall and witness Ryan, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, embracing Vivian tenderly. He kisses her forehead with such gentleness it makes my nonexistent heart ache. Though I no longer have a physical form, the pain of betrayal cuts through me like silver. He was my mate, my Alpha, my destined other half. I want to scream, to ask if he spared even a moment to worry about me while I fought for my life mere steps away. The answer is obvious in his every action.