Novel Peter Novels & Stories

02 Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion. "Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy." Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.

Emily ebentually left him and went to the cafeteria. Peter was happy that he could finally talk to someone while he is the poor Peter. He has spent the last 7 months on his own and cleaning the campus, mostly the toilet on his free time. He is considered the outcast because of his old clothes and his smell. He spends most of his time working making him sweat a lot and as a janitor of the school, he didn't have the time to take a shower or he feels uncomtable using the shower room in the school gym. He's totally different from the Peter he was used to be. He promised to also help Emily while she spends her day as a professor. He's not sure where this fate would lead them, but at least now, he

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,” TheoFista says 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.”

When he got home, his mother yelled at him. His father went back for the shoes. Maclachley’s dog never attacked him, of course, or any of the other kids who had to run the dreaded junkyard mile. But when he heard the distant barking from outside the bus, that same, childish, and irrational fear of being consumed alive stalked him once more. “His name was Peter,” Sarah announced to the passengers, those both living and dead. She held a notebook in her hands and ran her fingers over the name inscribed on the first page. Her face was drawn, shoulders slumped. “Peter was a writer.”

“I have no interest in fighting you for power. You can have your legacy.” Lucas narrowed his eyes. “I’ve built something of my own,” Peter continued. “And unlike this house, it wasn’t paid for by blood money and lies. I came today not to insert myself into your world—but to understand mine.” Racheal nodded, relieved. “That’s all I hoped for.” Chloe leaned forward, eyes bright. “Peter… I know we’re not close. But I want us to be. I want you to know you have someone here who sees you — not as a threat, not as a burden, but as a brother.”

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.

On the deck, Drake looked down at the bound Peter. "Sir, I swear, I didn't do anything. It was Debra who seduced me. You know me. I've always been loyal to you. I would never lie to you," Peter stammered, trembling all over. Drake got up and stepped closer to Peter. "I've told you before. No one should touch my prey." A cold sweat broke out on Peter's forehead. "Sir, I'm innocent. I would never do that." "I like people with guts," Drake snorted.

“Huh... Will, Will, Will. You're so naive. Think for yourself, which person would not be tempted by the beauty of your future wife. It just so happens that I'm a noble's daughter, and I have access to be closer to any noble's daughter. Including, Miss Harfi who is none other than the girl you love, so that I can enjoy her soft lips with my pent-up desire.” Peter lifted himself up without moving his hands and feet. He floated up then stood straight on the spot. Then looked at me who was very surprised and disgusted by his words. As for Will, he glanced to the side with his body still facing me. "Do not talk too much. Just shut up and enjoy your death!” Instantly Will's body turned and immedia

“Your father… Peter… he grew up in a children's home. He was smart, too smart for his environment, more like a genius. He read everything he could find. One day, Jacob came across him through a scholarship program and picked interest in him.” Tim turned to face her properly now. Something in the way she said “Jacob” made him sit straighter. “Peter was twenty-three when I met him. I was twenty. I was working in a small restaurant. He was the kind of man who carried light into any room. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, you listened.” “He was one hell of a handsome man just like you, his eyes could charm the hardened heart, and the way he smiled at me that first day I set my eyes on him.”

John Pov. My chest felt really weird. It was not because I was feeling tired. Peter was sleeping in the seat he was all curled up with his blanket. The thing that mattered the most was that Peter was safe. Peter was alive. That was all that mattered for now the fact that Peter was alive and safe.