Romans & histoires Novel Peter

Peter affirmed while returning the handshake to the chubby man. “So, what brings you to my territory?” Pablo, as he was called, asked to be notified of Peter's reason for visitation was. Whether for business or for favors, as Peter always did. Peter took a seat and ordered for beer, which he drank for a while before clearing his throat to begin speaking. “You see, there is this big deal I have cracked up with a foreign agent and believe me, once it hit the deck. “Boom! We are good to go” Peter explained to Pablo.

Peter must have read my thoughts because he said with a smile, “They were too busy to come. I think they already know I’ve taken you away. Alex, stop hoping those two bastards will show up and rescue you from me. This is your new home, so learn to live comfortably and cherish every moment with me…” He winked, then added mockingly, “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll even fall in love with me.” I frowned and asked, “What do you really want from me?” Peter shrugged. “I’m deeply in love with you.” I gave him a look that clearly called him a clown. When he realized I wasn’t buying his nonsense, he spread his arms and said, “Since Chris and Damon joined forces, those two bastards have been attacking

Between Draven being angry with me, Laura who takes me for a toy and Lucian who constantly challenges me, it is nice to have someone friendly in this house. "Thank you, Peter. I really appreciate what you're doing to make me feel at home here." I suddenly notice the uncertainty in his gaze. Peter has both a melancholic character and a strong will to hold back, a huge contrast to the other members of this family. I suspect he's not really used to a bit of human warmth. I bite hungrily into one of the pastries and let out a little sigh of satisfaction. "We can hand this in and maybe ask Sarah to join us! "

“Did I just do that? Anyway, I was just joking. Sometimes, I am so bored that the only thing that I cab think of is to fire my favorite assistant. Please take the house at the beach. I know you have always wanted it “he offered and Peter laughed internally. Now the devil kind was back and he had no idea what he was planning in that head of his. But as long as he wasn’t drinking himself to death then he was okay with whatever he wanted to do. As for Susan, he had no idea whether she was dead or alive only time will tell. Only time will tell if this evil man won’t snap his neck for lying that Susan was alive. “Have I ever told you that I love you? “Peter said cheerfully. That house will solve

I opened my eyes to see Peter focused on his book. "What are you reading?" I asked, glancing at the book in his hands. Peter held up the cover for me to see. "Um, it's just some light reading. Nothing much," he said with a smirk. It was a book on ancient rituals and protective magic. This was a far cry from what most people would consider light reading. But, then again, Peter wasn't like most people. "I should’ve known. I should've known," I said with a chuckle, shaking my head. "You can take the man out of the curse, but I guess you can’t take the curse out of the man."

More concerned about Thea’s tardiness he only half listened to them as he looked at them. Peter smiled at one of the students who passed by them only for her eyes to widen when she realized that he was standing with one of her professors. He looked like one of the university students with a light shirt and skinny jeans. Lucian never noticed but Peter was one of those people easily mistaken for younger than their age. According to what he told him he was already in his late thirties and was already been married once. He always thought this but there was some unique quality to Thea’s friends. From Pen and her contrast from femme fatale to lab rat, to Peter who could have passed on for a univer

It’s happening again. Peter is such a great guy. He can be a little boastful sometimes, a little too confident, but he’s funny. We have a lot in common, so many inside jokes, the same sense of humor, but even all that doesn’t bring the sparks I want to see. The sparks I only ever seem to feel with Noah.

"You know, Hugo, if you smiled more, you'd be sitting at a table with more friends." Hugo glared at Peter, but Peter never took his scowls personally. He always saw the good in people, just as he had said. It was impossible not to like Peter. When Hugo had arrived at Cambridge, he saw no future for himself. He had considered putting his head in a noose or jumping from the bell tower. But Peter had been there, had talked to him, had been a friend when Hugo believed he was utterly alone. Peter had saved him. "Tell me, what did Lonsdale do to you? You haven't told me the whole story." Peter slid closer to him. All around them the cacophony of robust voices from the young men enjoying the pub an

I knocked three times before I open the door. “What the--” Fuck! Peter is on his bed, naked.

“You little, shameless liar. - Peter's voice gave off unpleasant goosebumps on the skin. He is very young, like me. We are the same age, but the intonation of the voice and the voice itself, as if sounding from the depths, make him much older. It became uncomfortable. - I'm not lying. Last time I read the guy's emotions, but now he sees right through me. - Oh really? - Peter's insight infuriates more than the fact that I was caught in a lie. - I have to go. She immediately headed for the door. - Fearfully? The question was asked. I'm not a coward, it's just that the guy is not who he claims to be. - You're wrong. Peter came up to me. He is taller than anything by half a head, not as tall as