Peeta Novels & Stories

"And test this out on Pannera." ***

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

Charles said with curiosity. “Yeah; I know you like yellowfin tuna. It has chili peppers too,” Peyton said, and glimpsed at Charles’ face. “I have regained my appetite,” Charles said with a smile and stood up from the couch. “I know you like a poke bowl,” Peyton said. “Yeah…; please, come and serve me my food,” Charles said. “This film is interesting and I can’t afford to miss any action. Margaret, go and give your uncle the poke bowl inside the oven,” Peyton said. She glimpsed on the television screen and Margaret simultaneously.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Val heard the squeaky voice of her boss. Instantly she bowed her head, a training she learned at the coffee plantations back home. It was a sign of respect and it could make you the boss's favorite. "Ma'am: I am Valeria, ma'am. " Like Magic, it worked, and the middle-aged woman's smile grew in pride. She felt like she was above everything, these men were never this respectful towards her.

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It's quiet and calm as only a few men walk the perimeter inside and out. I head to the kitchen for a bottle of water when I hear a soft voice behind me as I open the fridge. "My my my, what hours are these to be coming home future husband" I close the fridge and turn around to see Demitria sitting on the kitchen counter in a short ass pair of shorts and a small cami top eating ice cream in the dark.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He always referred to Phoenix as his mate. “See something you like?” I asked and she looked up at me and smiled. “Everything. I love Italian. How about you?” “Oh yeah I see something I like.” With a toothless grin. She rolled her eyes. I laughed and said, “I want the veal parmesan.”

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.