Novel Peter Novels & Stories

He doubted Irena would stop complaining long enough to think about anything other than herself. Standing up, Peter took his bottle into the kitchen and tossed it into the trash then opened the fridge and took out another beer. He leaned against the counter and looked around their small flat to the boxes and stacks of books, linen and clothes. He was doing all of this for her, and all she could see was nobody was babying her.

She couldn't believe how well Peter preserved those old toys of his. There were a lot of new models on the market now since they kept coming out over the years, but those old models that Peter had were classics. Some of them were not even available on the market anymore. They would surely make Yanny very happy. Peter had such a kind heart! "A kind man?" Lucas asked with slightly raised eyebrows, a faint jealousy slowly rising in his heart. Was she smiling because of Peter Wall? "Yes, he's a nice guy," Serenity said, "Very honest and kind. He also wouldn't look at people with prejudice. It's nice being friends with someone like that. People like him are few and far between nowadays."

It took us down to the second story, then the door opened. Peter hugged Hayden, and he gave me flowers, which made him narrow his eyes. "What are the flowers for? And how come I did not get them?" Peter rolled his eyes. "I only give flowers to beautiful she-wolves, just like Alexie." "Alexie? Since when are we so close to calling her Alexie?" I pushed him off, then smiled at Peter. "The flowers are beautiful, Peter, and don't mind you, Alpha." "Brother, he says I can call him brother now. He loves me more than he would admit," Peter said, and we both laughed.

Judging from Peter's condition, besides his appearance was yet to fully heal, not only could he move, but he could also battle with other cultivators. That could only mean that Peter consumed some sort of precious medicines or rare treasures. The person that could provide him that would naturally be the one that gave Peter the Killer Waves and Earthquakes Mine. When Jessica heard Peter's name, her face immediately turned gloomy. After all, she heard from Caspian before that Peter was the one who plotted against him at Mirefield Gate. If Caspian were unfortunate, he might have died. Thus, how could Jessica respect such a person? Then, Jessica quietly took note of Peter's appearance, and she t

Although the two still argue and tease each other every day, that doesn’t stop the two of them from helping each other out when the other is in an unpleasant situation. Besides Brandon, Anna has other new friends, which are Peter, Vivia, and Alex. She felt respected by others because they made her happy, even though she had just known them for a short time. Peter is funny and sometimes mischievous. His personality is quite bright. Everyone thinks Peter is a good person. However, Anna heard rumors that the love letters he received were less than Brandon’s. Anna saw him arguing with Brandon just because he won or lost. Peter doesn’t look elegant on the outside, but those who close him know he

Peter said as he rubbed his neck and looked behind him. “Peter, it’s alright, whatever it is, we can fix it. I really like you and want things to work.” Peter hugged Brian, “I want that so much. You have no idea, but I’m in trouble and I can’t put you in danger. I wasn’t always, but something happened.” Peter held out the Night Flame. “I need you to take this?” “Peter, what is this? What happened?” Brian hissed, sensing that something was wrong and backing away.

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence. He was the exact opposite of Jeremy, and I still marveled at the fact that they were best friends. Personally, I thought Peter was an asshole. I was sure he had his reasons, some kind of psychological trauma which shaped him into the unfeeling robot he was today. Based on the snippets I’d gleaned from Jeremy, Peter’s childhood had been even worse than ours, though I’d never managed to pull the details out of my brother. All I knew was, Peter’s parents had died while he was young and le

She looked at Peter and asked, "What's your name?" Peter glanced at Theodore before he said, "Peter, Young Miss." He held his chest and bow slightly. After introducing himself, he stood up straight again. Peter had his mouth and nose covered with his black mask, he is also tall. However, his eyes don't show any emotion. Peter would mostly show his emotions thru his actions. Just like a while ago, he would tremble if he's scared. He wore full black clothes. Peter had his short hair tied, his eyes were black like an onyx. Soheila still had her slight smile on as she glanced over at Theodore. "I'll cook," She said shortly.

He can even kill anyone who gets in his way, including his own biological family. When Peter was 10 years old, the boy killed his own toddler brother. He felt jealous and resentful that his parents were more focused and concerned about his younger brother. And unbeknownst to his parents, Peter pushed his younger brother from the third floor down to his death. Krieett! Peter opened the large safe on the top floor. There were wads of money, suitcases filled with diamonds, and tons of gold. There were also some documents belonging to the Valcon family.

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.