Party Pete Regular Show Novels & Stories

I'm sobbing the whole way. "I know it hurts," Pete says gently. "But he's alive, you're alive, that's what matters." The day of the party arrives. I'm working in the kitchen when Pete finds me. "Come on," he says. "You've worked enough. Come enjoy the party for a bit." "I'm a servant," I point out. "I don't belong at the party." "You belong wherever I say you belong," Pete says firmly. “Okay I will come.” “Good I will be expecting you” Pete says and leave for the party.

Pete’s mother had made them a light brunch and they all sat at the dining table to eat. Much to Sarah’s amusement, Pete’s father had spent the next hour regaling stories of all the embarrassing things Pete had done as a child, and after lunch, Pete’s mum had continued to embarrass him by bringing out the family photo albums, Pete had inwardly groaned, he had been an awkward, gawky teenager and Sarah was about to see it all. As she was leafing through the pages, giggling at the photos of Pete as a child, then as a lanky teenager she came across a photo of a sandy brown wolf and standing next to the wolf was a younger version of Pete’s father. In the photo, the wolf was looking directly at the

There’s a soft scratching at my door. I pull the door open and see Beta Pete standing before me, holding – of course – the little puppy. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says, “he just ran up on the porch and started scratching at your door before I could stop him.” “No, it’s fine, Pete,” I say, looking at the sad, scared little puppy, with his big brown eyes. “I’ll take him back to the big house,” Pete says, turning. “No,” I say, sighing and reaching out my hands. “Give him here. He misses his mother, and he’s not going to get anything close to that over in that madhouse.”

I finished everything within minutes and felt okay. Throughout the flight, Greg was engrossed in his work, seemingly indifferent to the presence of others. I got bored and checked my phone, but there was nothing new. I tried to engage Pete in conversation, asking him about his preferences between dogs and cats, his favorite sport, and the movies he had seen. Though his replies were short and straightforward, it was nice having someone to talk to. In between our talk, Pete said something funny and I laughed. That was the first time Greg looked at us since we entered the jet. He gave both Pete and I a very cold look. I stopped asking Pete questions because I didn't want him to get into trouble

Evie jumped when her phone started playing Baby It’s Cold Outside. “Hey.” She answered, not hiding her tears. “I’m thinking I’m going to smuggle a penguin out of here.” “Get a baby.” “You’re going to have to keep your apartment really, really cold.” “It’s small. And it has a big tub.” “That’s good. How was the show?” “Same as always. Hot guys, hot guys and hot guys.” “What happened?” “Did you not hear me? Hot guys. I think that there may have been some motorcycles.”

" Seeing the hysterical woman, I couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle. I must be stupid to have fallen for her in the past. She couldn't handle rejection, and it drove her crazy, resulting in her plan to kidnap and murder me. Fortunately, I had prepared for unexpected situations like this. Meeting her eyes, I began to mutter softly. My voice was barely audible. She couldn't hear me clearly, so she drew closer. I was counting down. "Three, two, one… Time's up." Someone kicked down the warehouse door. Sunlight streamed into the room.

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

"Is that…puke next to you?" Pete's repulsed tone wafted somewhere around my head, and I watched the toe of his combat boot push a Chinese food box back and forth. "Could be refried rice. Your guess is as good as mine," I slurred against the rim of my whiskey bottle, finishing another swig. "Why are you watching Grey's Anatomy, man?" "Waiting for a nip slip." "Don't hold your breath.". “Tempted to. Finishing it all seems like a grand idea.”

It felt safer to keep some distance until it was clear that he wouldn't lose his temper again. "Fair?" He scoffed out loud. "But isn't that what happens to pets? They get locked up in a fancy, nice cage until their owners feel like spending some time with them," he added coldly. I clenched my fists tightly. Did he just compare me to an animal? "I know I signed that ridiculous contract that made me your pet, but it's not right to actually treat me like one when I'm not," I asserted. He slapped the papers in his hand onto the table, left them there, and eased back into his seat with a deep sigh. "What happened to your manners? Do you need to be taught a lesson again?" he asked with a frown, an

I felt Pete stiffen and thrust hard one last time, and I let myself go around the cock that was skewering me. When my vision cleared enough to see straight, I saw the golfing party still watching us. As Pete loosened up and pulled out, they gave him a polite round of golf claps. But Pete wasn't done yet. He moved around to stand in front of me, presenting his cock to me. "Clean me." As ordered, I licked his juices, and mine, off his cock. I couldn't see the golfers but I heard them shuffle around so they could see the show.