Novel & Cerita Peeta Mellark Notable Aliases

But the man’s been getting me ready for this since I came home from college. Technically, my dad’s Consigliere or trusted advisor, would move to be my underboss.. but sometimes it doesn’t work that way. You can basically choose your own if no one stirs up trouble. And I’m not sure I want Pel to be mind. “Pel” is what we all call him. It’s short for Pelican which is even worse and stupider. It’s not even his real name. His name is Peter. Everyone just called him Pelican then shortened it.

Mane had Locked On to her as well, so she heard the entire conversation. “Mhmm,” Mane assented. And then he sought to cheer his friend up. “So, what else do they call me?” Mane asked with a cheery tone, hoping to change the subject and lighten the mood. “Many things,” Lam replied with a small smile. “Oh yeah? Like what?” the young Supreme wondered. “Well the most popular one is ‘The Boy Who Killed A God’. Then there is God Slayer, Herald of Change, and Pazuzu’s Bane.”

I gasped; my eyes widened in disbelief. “Most of the time, I’m known as the werewolf who owns the underground club for Outworlders, but sometimes I’m also known with another alias—the Warlock Alpha,” he explained as he flicked his finger in the air, making the glass on his table briefly levitate, showcasing his power. I was stunned. “But I would prefer it if you call me River, River Perez. That’s my real name.” “River…” I echoed his name, still trying to grasp the situation.

My body stiffened when the crowd was staring at both of us, though the feeling was different from last night. “I promise I’ll make up for you. As a host, it’s my responsibility to keep my guests safe and happy.” “Okay, how about telling everyone that Sam didn’t pee last night,” Katie said on my behalf. “That’s a good start.” “Of course, I knew that wasn’t pee. Do you think the Raid Breaker here would do that after he went head-to-head with Maelstrom Madhur?” “Maelstrom?” Brock said. “It’s his alias, from what I’ve heard,” Wilt explained.

My cheeks grow red and I find myself – bizarrely – typing Kent Lippert into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that dad watches every night calls Lippert the Mafia King, always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another…god, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through these results, trying to match it with that ruthless man I met in the prison the other day –

"I know Petey wanted you to stay. And by the way, do not call him that in front of Octnavin. Petey, as you call him, was given a proper Dagerstanteen name." "I don't care. He is always going to be Petey to me." Murry shrugged and moved closer to his alien again. "But I guess if I'm going to stick around, I can accommodate Octnavin. Your king has a stick up his butt." Petey laughed in Murry's head. "Okay." Murry waved. "What's Petey's proper Dagerstanteen name?" "My offspring is named Peltratria." Kel paused. "But you do not understand me. I told you that you are leaving."