Party Pete Regular Show Novels & Stories

She wore pink sneakers that fitted well. She raised her eyebrows at me and I smiled. I went for a hug and she pecked me. What! That's new! Josh was smiling like a biased rabbit or rather a toothless old man. Oh dear,he just lost a tooth! “Your Panda is in the kitchen munching away food.” She said and I smiled. Just then, Pete walked out from the kitchen with a plate of food in his hands. “Oh dear! I have really missed homemade chicken and dumplings so much.” He said munching his chicken.

"I went ahead and did your shopping for you while I was out. The dog food is in the kitchen, where you usually keep it." "I'm so damn lucky to have you!" I gave Pete a huge hug. "Don't forget it," he teased, planting a kiss on top of my head. “How are you feeling?” “Tired,” and sick, but that was to be expected. He chuckled. “I’m not surprised. You’re growing a human.” An easy conversation flowed between us while we waited for the next appointment. When the bell dinged, I turned to the door fully expecting a stranger smiling back. Instead, I was surprised by who I saw standing there instead.

He smiled at me, clearing his throat, he said in a baritone voice, "Bonjour, Je suis Pete, mademoiselle. Honored to be at your service." "Avec plasir, monsieur. You are outstanding. I do not know what to say, I am completely speechless." I took his hands and smiled at him. He only smiled back and gently pat my hand. "The pleasure is all mine. You're not so bad yourself, mademoiselle. I was surprised that you are able to dance with that heavy gown of yours." "Oh, this is easier than dancing on a mascot. I've been a consistent mascot of our school back in college and high school."

Pete moved in front of her, forcing her to stop or go around him. "What's your name, pretty woman?" Pete asked. Janelle said nothing and stepped sideways. Pete blocked her yet again. Enough. Carter stepped out of the shadows and yelled, "Pete, what are you doing back here? You and Zeke are supposed to be fixing fence line in the northeast pasture." Pete froze and looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "Uh, I came back for another pair of gloves. Mine are worn too thin to work with wire."

I asked, turning a charming smile toward the chubby worker. “Peter McDowell, but your wolf can just call me Pete, Master Johnson,” he stuttered out, his cheeks turning an instant, bright shade of pink. I always felt a twisted sense of victory when my frame made a mid-rank male blush. “There is absolutely no need for formal titles in my circle. Pete works perfectly. So, what dark plans are your beasts plotting over this tablet?” I asked smoothly, leaning into his space. “We are mapping out the potential interior layouts for your new boutique, J-Johnson,” Pete stammered, his fingers tapping the crystal screen. “My shift-partner and I drew these visual scrawls up last midnight for your wolf to

She has nice soft lips, like the tattoo lady. "No, I don't. I'll admit this is going to take some getting used to though." I nodded my head towards the back door. "Come on, Pete. Let me show you my business." We gave a nervous laugh at my unintended double-entendre. Pete and I walked towards the barn. I knew that, if I didn't say anything, Pete would never speak up. He's cute, but really introverted and a little off. I liked him, even with his quirks. I wasn't just being nice to help my dad get laid.

He smiled when he saw the legs swinging on the branch high above his head. "I hope you're looking for me." Katy hopped down from her perch. She landed in front of her mate, a big smile plastered on her face. She jumped forward to hug him around the waist and squeezed tight. "But I know you aren't. Alistair and Jenna are near the creek. I can show you the way."

“You won’t say that if you see her.” “Gentlemen, your much awaited star for tonight is finally here. For the final show, let’s welcome this goddess, Eve!” A man in the background announced. The crowd shouted like a war dogs in the battlefield. Phoenix shifted his attention on the stage. His curiosity bloomed. “Eve! I’ll give you anything, just let me have a taste of that pussy!” “Can’t wait to see those tits bounce!” He winced at those bold words. He knew these people, respectable businessmen with beautiful wives, and here they are, shouting profanities like barbarians.

One of the other men said. The beautiful man waved him off with an elegant hand. "tsk tsk, that's so boring, what fun will that serve" he said. "he knows too much" the man argued. "I won't kill him and that's the end I will hear about this matter". He turned to Valerie, "What is your name?" he asked. "Valerie" "Now, Valerie, you are going to be my pet until I decide you are no longer useful to me and I kill you, is that understood?" he asked Valerie.

"You seem awfully defensive for an innocent man." Martin stepped closer, his expression hardening. "And you're sounding more like a man with nothing than a man with a badge." With that, Martin walked away, leaving James standing alone, watching. Later that evening, Lorenzo sat in his penthouse apartment, swirling a drink in his hand while staring at the TV—which played, but he wasn’t watching. His phone buzzed. An unknown number. He clicked it open. A video. His hands went clammy. It was the scene outside the club, the altercation with Jess. Her scream. The blow. Her limp body. Him scrambling, wiping his fingerprints. It was all there.