Pete Hegseth New Book Novels & Stories

CLYDE “Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his pre

I could just move into one of them and live alone happily, without having to worry about this boring little town or the crass people living in it. The class droned on and on and my eyes started to get droopy, and I was almost going to sleep when Seth sauntered into the class. He was wearing a red baseball cap which was covering a huge mass of his dark curls. A white t-shirt was literally flexing his toned body and thick thighs encased in dark jeans. He was saying something to the teacher, and then his dark eyes met mine, and then he quickly looked away. “Find a seat Mr. Monroe, and open your book to page two twelve.”

"No, you're not. But ever since I found you, I've felt responsible for you." I rolled my eyes, perching on the brick windowsill and gazing into the night sky. She spoke as if she were years older than me. Leigh was only a year my senior, and she didn't find me—I found her. I was on a job for Pete at Noor Settlement, fetching an ancient mage's book. Pete was a deadly Diremage—just a touch from him could be fatal. I've seen him play a man like a puppet before leaving him off to die in the gutter in blistering cold so I knew crossing Pete meant trouble, and it's also one of the reasons he's wanted by the king. He's a Blessed, like me.

But his face is clean shaven, and he’s wearing a dark grey buttoned shirt with black trousers with a pleat down the front. He was carrying a paperback book of some sort, but it didn’t look like he’d been reading. She reads the spine; ‘The Pencil: A History of Design and Circumstance’ by Henry Petroski. It seems like he’d grabbed the first book he’d seen and walked out the door to greet them, probably because of her. Kai sighs, “Seth, keeping track of us now?” Seth smiled, “Only because my hosts ran off with barely a word, leaving me in their office.” She smiles, and bows her head to Ash and Kai,

Seth took it and said, "I'll have someone contact you later and guide you through the rest of the process." Heather nodded. "Sure." "Oh, right," Seth said, changing the subject. "How's the progress been on what I told you about last time?" "Huh?" Heather didn't catch what he meant the first time. Seth instantly became somewhat nervous and tapped his finger on the table. "Oh, no. Don't tell me you've forgotten what I told you at the bar?" Only then did Heather remember that Seth had asked her for help to support his partnership with Tyrone.

"You have a man!" It wasn't even a question. It's more shocking that I have someone in my life. I pinch my lips and feel the heat rash on my face. After removing the hoodie, I still feel hot. I can practically smell Seth's scent, making it more tempting. Pete covers his mouth to hide the gasp, but he is smiling behind it. He wipes his eyes and stares at me. "Are you okay?" I ask, curious about how he genuinely felt since I told him the truth. "I mean, a moment ago, you were pissed at me for ghosting you, and now you are crying after hearing the story. I want to know how are you coping with this?"

Any questions about the book feel free to comment and I'll gladly reply to your questions. And yes stay tuned for a sequel; *drumrolls please* It will be Seth Sandoval Cervantes' book, a book filled with secrets, humor, a spice of romance and ofcourse Seth's childhood crush Tessa and a new female character who will win your heart as well as Seth's. ~Jojoestiel

"Dude you woke me up." Seth laughed, "did my baby have a hard first day back?" I nodded to myself, "not really, and I left early. I think it's jet lag or some shit." Seth sighed, "shit try being me, I'm packing now for Philly." I wrinkled my nose, "for what, I thought you said you would be home for a bit." Sitting up I pulled the covers under my chin as I listened to Seth, "shit doing a surprise guest appearance at a concert for one of my boys."

“And my name is Hannah. I have a cousin, and his name is Noah. And I have aunt Wren, and aunt Beth, and I love to read stories. Do you love to read?” ‘He doesn’t,’ is what I want to respond. Pete has never been a reader, god, he hated any kind of books. Pete stares at her. He doesn’t blink, no, he stares…intently. And that’s when I see it. His eyes shine, they glisten and well up with tears. My heart jolts. “Pete? Can you…can you hear us? Understand us?” He doesn’t respond, and doesn’t take his eyes off Hannah.