Peter Attia Novels & Stories

He exuded an aura of confidence that was neither intimidating, bitingly sarcastic, violent nor magnetic. His name was Attus, and he had the aura of a man that every girl would trust as a best friend, but nobody would ever date. He was not a nerd or weird looking. But as attractive as he looked, he just did not strike on my nerves like his annoying half brother.

The one that he knew the real nature of, and the most two face one out of them all. “Of course.” Alliah obliges and gladly introduces everyone to Peter. “Peter, I would like you to meet Daniela’s holder. This beautiful young lady over here is Air. That cold and anti-social kind, is Jeffrey. And the hunter, Kyle.” Peter held himself in front of them. Didn’t want them to see the fear that’s beating from inside of him. Fully aware that a small wrong step that he will have means his death. He smiles as Alliah finished her words.

Contrasting with Peter, who was supposedly out of town and wouldn't return anytime soon, Brian conveyed a sense of urgency. Personally, I harboured a desire to meet Peter, though articulating the exact reasons proved elusive. Our interaction had been limited to a single video call with Brian, yet the intrigue persisted, perhaps fueled by his personality or physical appeal. Strikingly, Peter resembled Brian so closely that I initially mistook him for Brian's twin during the video call, only to discover later that they were not related.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Maria with a sports backpack on her back, tilted her head to look at Peter beside her, and couldn't help but laugh. Peter today wears sandy brown pants, decorated with a panda face at the knees, children's leather shoes on his feet, a light pink goatskin sweater over the top, and a black top. Wearing a cowboy hat, no matter how he looks at it, this kid doesn't look like he's going to the suburbs to play, but as if he's preparing to take artistic portraits.

I have just gotten off work and I’m making dinner when her call came in. I flip the pancake in the plan, before replying her. “Rude, But not so handsome.” No lies, Peter is handsome But his attitude is a turn off. “Pooh____ lease! It’s because you have a boyfriend. I’m sure if Mike wasn’t on the line, I’m sure you would have thrown yourself around him by now. Peter is a Greek God.” I scoff at her words, turning off the gas. “Even if I’m single, I’ll never go out with him.”

Thomas introduces the beta and she waves shyly. “Reina” Logan says looking her over causing all the females giggle except Mila who has a disgusted expression. “Excuse my Beta manners Reina, you seem to have shocked him. His name is Logan.” Taylor says and chuckles. "Hi Logan" Reina says with a smile. She is pretty, average height, curly blonde hair and bright purple eyes, but my Riah is still the prettiest woman in this world. "Hi" Logan says with a blush.

There is a large room with couches, a TV, and a fridge on the one end for the guards to use to rest and relax if they need to. Two of her mafia bosses, Peter and Antonio, are outside the chamber doors. Peter is in his 50s with pale skin and black hair. He has dark brown eyes as well. Antonio is in his 50s as well with olive colored skin and dark brown hair with brown eyes. Both men are lean but not muscular. Veronica knows they are getting to where they want to retire but out of respect for her father they have stuck around. “Evening Donna. I apologize for the late hour.” Peter says.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

All these questions swirled through my head. "We’ll start training tomorrow morning," one of the girls said. I nodded. The girls introduced themselves to me; they seemed harmless and nice, a few years older than me. Isabella had black hair and blue eyes. Vittoria had dark brown hair and grayish eyes. Camilla had red hair and green eyes. "Now it’s your turn to introduce yourself," Isabella said, looking at me. "I’m Alessia Berlusconi," I replied. They all looked shocked. "Your father is one of the other mafia gangs?" Camilla asked.