Party Pete Regular Show Novels & Stories

"I rarely joke about things like this, Nathan." "Maverick 'Maybe' Rockwell? The hockey captain?" My voice cracked slightly, my usual composure slipping. "Sir, the guy has his face on banners outside the stadium. He has a literal fan club and he's a partying freak, disruptive, and quite frankly, his crowd is exactly what I spend my entire life avoiding."

Emily nodded. "Well, maybe you can tell me," Levi suggested. Emily shook her head. "Later. I don't even know that much." Levi just nodded. . . . "Hi, Sir." The voice greeted over the phone. "Pete, I was just wondering when you'll call. You've been relaxing, haven't you?" Mr. Hodge replied him. Pete shook his head. "No, Sir. Just waiting for the right time my help will be needed." "And I guess you've got something."

Astral asked with furrowed brows when he saw Pete come in with a smile on his face. Pete had been asking him out for days and tried everything to impress him. Astral never took Pete seriously and he only answered the call this time for the sake of Trent. Pete said he had something nice to share. Astral was living nearby and since he did not have anything else to do, he decided to answer the call and find out what Pete was up to. Pete smiled and said, “I have something nice to share with you.” Clap! He clapped his hands.

he added. Pete was sitting comfortably in the executive lounge of a crowded party hall. Colored lights flashed across the room while people laughed and drank around him. Music blasted from the speakers as the DJ hyped the crowd. Zoe stood on the stage with a microphone, singing along with the DJ’s beat while people cheered and danced. The atmosphere was loud, wild, and full of excitement. “Pete, I…” Petra tried to speak. Her voice shook as she held her chest. “I think I might have acute mastitis,” she said weakly. “Can you come home and take me to the hospital? Or you can stay home and watch the baby. I can go by myself.”

I half yelled. " Okay, bla bla." He said swiftly turning and heading towards the opposite direction. I shaked my head slightly, before turning back continueing my journey to the dinning room... As I dug my fork into the well made Pad Thai. And as I mulch on it, my mind drifted back to what I heard. Is Pete the fake Pete? If he was how come they have same voices. Pete is a jovial person and I don't believe he could have masterd Krit's cold reaction so perfectly.

“Perhaps Perez should be disqualified before the rematch. He cannot even control his… pet human.” Silence crashed down like a guillotine. Selene tilted her head, the picture of concern. “Ah, yes. The human. So loyal, so… fragile.” She let the word drip with derision. “Tell me, Perez, how long until you take more than you should?” The laughter this time was quieter, nervous — but it was there. My jaw locked. “You will not speak his name.” Selene’s eyes glittered. “And yet his name is all anyone whispers. That you’ve chained yourself to weakness. That you’ve tethered your strength to something mortal.” Her smile was knife-thin. “Chains snap, Perez. They always do.”

Pete shouted, his anger dripping from his voice. “Your place?” Edward repeated, his voice deceptively calm, yet each word carried the weight of a storm brewing. His eyes flicked to Pete, then to Veronica, who stood frozen, clutching the microphone like a lifeline. “Your show? Funny how quickly you claim ownership of things you can barely control.” Pete squared his shoulders, trying to mask his unease. “You’re trespassing. You have no right to be here—”

I closed my eyes, humming, wishing to relive our passionate and long-anticipated moment all over again. But I'd settle for a text: Me: I can't stop thinking about you. Immediately three dots bounced up and down on my screen. His Pet: Go to sleep, Catalina. My lips tug downward. Was Malcolm going to act like our kissing didn't happen? Me: Bossy, much. His Pet: I need you well-rested. We have a busy day ahead of us. Me: Oh, do we now ;) I can still feel your lips on mine. His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.