Novel Peter Novels & Stories

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.

“I hope you’re asking about me and not some other lover I’m going to have to battle with for the right to bed my fair lady.” “Really, Peter,” I scolded while Megan rolled with laughter. He raised a brow and then kissed my neck. “Just asking.” I put a cup in front of him as he sat at the table next to Megan and playfully squeezed her hand. I was extremely curious as to why she had to bring him home instead of him taking a cab, but I also didn’t want to change our topic of conversation. Peter spent a decade with the natives in Africa. I had no doubt he could prove useful in figuring out what was going on with the dead bodies come alive with spiders in their heads. I decided to broach the to

We sleep, not as much as we should, only enough to keep us going. We find nothing usefull in these books. And nothing eventful happens until day 5. Peter shoots to his feet, and runs to my side. "Annie... I know it's not what we are looking for at the moment... But... Look what I found..." Peter shoves a book under my nose. He is practicaly bouncing with excitment. I look down at the book, it takes me a moment to fully comprehend what I am reading... "Oh.." I say slowly, then I smile a huge smile.

“Please. I expect nothing in return. I am only glad that we were able to help you and save you. But if I may ask, what were you doing in the forest?” Peter hesitated. He could not tell the truth. He would most likely be chased from this house immediately. “I was crossing the desert with a trader. I was one of many hired to protect him and his wares for the journey. We were caught in a sandstorm and everything was lost. I do not know if anyone else made it through. When the sandstorm cleared I was alone. I think everyone perished or was buried. I can only thank the Gods for their mercy that I am still alive. When I saw the mountains I headed for them. I knew there had to be people and a road

"I'm curious to see who's bold enough to try and play me." "And the girl..." "She'll come to us on her own," Peter said, a playful glint in his eyes. His face, usually so indifferent and emotionless, revealed a hint of fading interest. Sean had not known Peter for a very long time, but it was long enough. Sean knew all about Peter's adventures overseas and how talented he was. However, a few years back, Peter did something unexpected: he left his life abroad and came home. Even though he worked at the huge Nexus Group, he was just the general manager. Everyone thought Peter would take over the family business someday, but since he returned, his grandpa Xylos, the head of the Lennon family, s

But still I hoped nevertheless. "A penny for your thoughts?" Peter sauntered in dramatically, plopping down on the chair opposite mine as if he were here to discuss a multi-million-dollar deal. "Can you just leave me alone?" I asked. "I will give you more than just a penny if you do that for me." Peter's lips quirked up devilishly. Of course, I had handed the jackpot right over to him, and he was going to lick the last of the juicy gossip as if his life depended on it.

He just realized that all along, he was like a walking body wrapped with a timebomb, and Stephanie loving him back was the one thing that could stop that bomb from detonating. Simon wondered why Peter Brooklyn had not mentioned this information to him. It seemed like all that money he gave to Peter, which he assumed Peter was now using for his vacation in the Hawaiian Islands with Tiffany, wasn't getting all of its actual value. Oh, Simon knew alright because he was a brilliant man. He knew Peter didn't give the money to charity. Peter might legit have the ability to read the stars and understand signs, but Peter was a con artist nonetheless. He had witnessed the extent of Peter's cunning wh

With a deep sigh, he again opened his book and concentrated on that. At Lotus’s house……….. Peter was making his way to Lotus' mansion. Lotus refused to move with him, so he took the initiative. His housemaids are carrying his clothes and other essentials to Lotus's room. Lotus was working on her study. She recently had a new idea for a mansion and is sketching it. As a result, it will remain in her book. She'd use it somewhere if she needed to. When Peter entered her study room, she was engrossed in her sketch. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice his presence. Peter remained silent and went behind her to examine her sketch. He curled the corner of his lips up when he saw

, he muttered with a soft but sad smile. Alice was crying heavily and walked to him as fast as her legs will carry her. She run to his side and held unto him tightly,”Mr…mr..sir..Peter, what happened to you??, who who did this to you?…” “My child don’t worry about me, I knew it will come to this….go to your room, you’d find a safe…the password is your birthday. You will will find a bag, it has everything you have to survive till Alex founds you.”, Peter stated.