Novel Peter Novels & Stories

"Lucy, is everything okay? You seem a bit... off." I turned away. “I’m fine. I just…Well…” “Lucy,” Peter greeted as he came over. “What a pleasant surprise.” Luke raised an eyebrow. "You two know each other?" I grimaced. “Not… Not really.” “I met Lucy during a… very disturbing moment in her life, which I can perfectly understand she would not like to relive,” Peter said softly. He offered his hand. “Alpha Peter of the Black Moon Pack.” Luke nodded slowly and shook his hand. “I know that name. You have… a bit of a reputation.”

Dripping wet but burning with curiosity she look candidly at her brother. “Who was the woman you chased?” “An illusion,” Peter turns and goes back to the enclosed garden hidden away. “Father has a brand new wife,” says TheoFista going past them. Leo watches the scowl crossing his son’s face. Apart from that he notices the signs of battle. Someone seemed to have tangled with him. Who was the winner though? Peter, what’s going on?” “I really don’t know. When I woke I was so happy I just couldn’t believe my luck. Then I blinked and lost the best part of me I had just found.”

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

The housekeeper gave Jenny two warm cases, "I have assigned the driver to take you away, you can take it easy." "Thank." With a smile on her face, Jenny politely thanked her. She is always so polite. Daniel carefully read the document and signed it, then looked up at Peter sitting in a corner on the sofa opposite playing with clay. He walked over and sat down next to her, pointed to an object on the table, and asked, "What is this?" Peter didn't raise his head, his hands still busy squeezing, "Rabbit." …Rabbit? Whose rabbit has a big head and small body, whose rabbit is purple like this!

Peter looked straight into her eyes now and said, “Alpha Grey.” Lola felt surprised, “Really? Must be because he feels guilty then.” Peter raised his shoulders, “I don’t know. Everyone says he is cruel but if you pay attention, you will notice he cares a lot about his pack, and for some reason, I don’t think he enjoys bloodshed.” Lola stood up and squeezed Peter his shoulder, “Well he is lucky with someone as loyal as you in his pack. Next time you feel alone come sit with me. I know how it feels to not belong anywhere.”

Elevena wrapped her arms tightly around him and said, "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you!" Peter was watching them as she ran toward him in an attempt to save him, but she didn't realize that she was also in danger. There is no question that she cared for him. Saying, "Then let's see who will win this war, me or your friend," Peter pulled out a gun from beneath his shirt, grinned as he looked at Elevena, and continued to smile. She was taken aback by it. She had no idea she would find herself in such a situation. She reasoned that if Blacky was able to take care of twenty wolves by himself, then Blacky would have no problem taking care of Peter.

The collar was loose, showing the sharp line of his collarbone. My eyes were drawn to a tiny, dark mark near his throat, and a strange, hot flutter started in my stomach—a sensation I didn't want to name. 'He looks like a refined rogue,' I thought, my cheeks heating up. I looked down at my feet, the awkwardness thick in the air. "What are you doing at my den, Peter?" Peter had just come from the Draven Estate, and I could tell he was tracking the scent of my embarrassment. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. "I wanted to see if you had finished establishing your new territory," he said, his tone deceptive in its casualness.

he says and I nod. “Yeah, but I am okay,” I say, trying not to move my face again. I flinch and he nods his head. “You can’t really speak, can you? Poor lamb,” he says and I nod. Peter is getting out of the city and now I am sure he will not work. He has been lying to me. That night, he wasn’t clubbing with business people. He was with her. We arrive in an area that looks like the Bronx, with people outside the building smoking weed. Peter walks past a group of men and I give the guy money before I open the door.

I hadn’t gotten five minutes alone with Peter. “What friend?” Shit. I tossed my entire to-be-read pile into an IKEA bag – twelve books should last five weeks, right? Just to be safe, I grabbed some classics from my shelf, classics that made me look intellectually superior. “You don’t know her yet,” I said, which was technically true since Peter had never met the real Constance Montana. Silence. Like, actual dead air that stretched long enough for me to pack my entire winter coat collection before realizing he hadn’t responded.

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.