Peter Attia Novels & Stories

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

"Peter." Peter appeared instantly, as if he'd been waiting just outside the door. "Yes, sir?" "Take Adrian to the attic. Lock him in. And confiscate his phone." As Peter's firm grip closed around my arm, Leonardo stepped closer, his breath hot against my face. "I warned you not to complete that mega town project, Adrian. But you did it anyway, didn't you? Now the Moretti family will face losses while the Mancini family enjoys their success." His eyes burned with a mixture of fury and disappointment. "I never arranged your marriage to Isabelle Mancini just so you could become a puppet to them."

“What's wrong?... Did the doctor say something to you?” My eyes widened and my body tensed as panic started to seep in. Pressing my lips together, I studied her skin. She still looked pale but nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, Dr. Patricia told me that she'd been getting better these days since I had been checking up on her a lot. I was honored to receive updates on her and the other patients as well, but somehow, I felt more attached to Eliza and the three others. I don't know if, in Eliza's case, it had to do with the fact that she had no one in this world. She was never mated—or let me rephrase that; she had a fated mate who rejected her because she was an Omega. Having been rejected

“This isn’t an act of pity. I am just helping an old friend. It's the only way I can have you as close as I can. “ “I googled you. “ She blurted, making me smirk. She had been thinking of me too. Good. “I found nothing on you. “ I walked closer to her and leaned into her ear, “My name is not something you will find in any magazine or online article. I hate attention hence why I am a silent businessman. “ The biggest fucking gangster in New York had no business appearing in a simple fucking G****e search.

He booked my appointments and ran the small gift shop. Peter was in his early thirties. He had dark brown hair, was lanky, had a few tattoos and piercings and wore glasses. While he didn't look that strong, he was surprisingly so. He had a wonderful personality to boot, and he meshed well with me. He was irreplaceable, in my humble opinion. "It was well worth it," he chuckled. "After Char sent that video of the stranger giving you a lap dance, I needed all the details of last night's endeavors. I was not disappointed."

Jamie said, his tone casual as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his hand. Peter stared at him for a second. "Do I look like a fool to you?" Pete curtly said, his lips curling in annoyance. To him, it was the lamest excuse he had ever heard. Jamie could not help but smile, creases appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I am Jamie... Jamie Anderson!" He said, extending his hand for him. "Peter Steele! It's Nice talking to you," Pete said plainly and went to one of the toilet stalls, leaving Jamie's hand waiting in the mid air which he retreated into his pocket with an impressed smile.

It wasn’t that she was timid—no, she had never been the timid type—but sitting in front of Peter made her nerves twist inside her. Peter was a dangerously handsome man. A kind of handsome that didn’t make sense. His icy blue eyes held a quiet intensity. His jawline was sharp, his body built with effortless strength, and the subtle confidence around him was something any woman would fall for. Any woman would go weak at the knees for him. He wasn’t an ordinary man. He was the CEO of PS Bank, a billion-dollar financial empire. The main headquarters was in Madayaka, with branches stretching into Carminton and Teriporto. He was powerful. Wealthy. A billionaire everyone knew. A man who carried a r

He was lankier than I was, and at least four inches shorter. "The man watching the bank for Vianne was the wingman she had talked about," Jarred said in my earbud as he let everyone know about the new player in the game. "His name is Peter. He has a rap sheet and went to college for two years with Brant before he dropped his courses and entered the family business."

… Meanwhile, Lavana and Beatrix were practising a few moves in their room when they heard a knock on the window. Beatrix opened it and they saw Peter. Beatrix quickly ran back to Lavana who put her arms around her. “ You… why are you here again?” Lavana asked. “I have a name. I’m Peter Atlantes,” he stated. “I know that alright! I’m asking what are you here for?” Lavana snapped. “Erm…” Peter scaled the window and walked over to Lavana. But he kept some distance between them and then suddenly dropped to his knees. “Hey, what are you doing?” Lavana asked in bafflement.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.