Novel Peter Novels & Stories

“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

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“That’s why you are here. Things just got a little bit more complicated.” “Fuck me, how is that possible?” I ask. yeah I have definitely lost all filter tonight. “Welcome to the club.” Says Peter. “We are getting t-shirts. This time we are blaming Lionidis and his entire bloodline” he says cryptically, throwing his arm around his bets shoulder. We all go back inside, and they lead me into the library where it seems they have been working for a while, there are empty cups, coffee pots, plates, stacks of papers and books littered around. But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before.

"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

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

ed. "It's okay. Your father is right after all" I said. He felt a little bit embarrassed then continued "When I came here, I wanted to do something different. I wanted an unprecedented life, far from what I knew. I wanted an adventure. Fetty all am trying to say in essence is that I want to work with you on the demolition case. I want to, for once in my conventional life achieve something far from the usual, I want to make a difference." confessed Peter. My mood suddenly lightened and I couldn't help but marvel over such honest confession. "London, " he began. "Is not just filth, it is not just ignorant and poor people. London is love, family and friendship." He said and I smiled. "I've seen

Third-person POV. “Dammit!” Peter let out a curse into the silent room in the unknown destination he was in. He doesn’t know how long he has been here but he can’t stay no longer. Peter wanted to complete his mission but fuck, these men were standing in his way. Just some time ago he had landed in the States, reeling with the hope of achieving his goals and gaining his freedom. But now he was even in more problem. Peter gazed at the door, yearning to move up from his tied position and over to the door. He yearned to tug the door open and flee. Capture his unwanted daughter and hand her over to the mafia brothers.

Mrs Benson asked, now standing at an akimbo angle. "Yeah" Peter responded and I looked at him. Was he gonna spell out the whole truth?? "Like I said it's obvious that there's something you are hiding..; come on don't tell me you are about to cry.. because of a girl? a maid?" Mrs Benson said. Peter wiped his eyes and sniffed. "I'm addicted to Bella, don't you get it mommy? And I just told you stuffs that she helps me out with, no one else can replace her" Peter summoned up the courage to say those words.