Peter Attia Novels & Stories

"Yeah, continue." Me: I’m afraid I’m not the best one to do that, but I’m sure I could work on it. Knight: No freakin' way. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. I typed my reply. Me: Let’s try it. "Athena! Fvck!" Peter grunted. I blinked my eyes and focused on him. "Y-yeah," He glared at me. "Can you focus just for this damn time? This is big. You want to go to jail or what? "

“Pretty name for a pretty lady. Jordan isn’t giving you any trouble, is he?” Fernanda chuckles, glancing my way. “No trouble at all.” Peter smiles widen like a bloody twat and I resist smacking him upside the head. “Good, good. Wouldn’t want my boy here scaring you off.” “My name is Peter Volkov, but you can call me Peter.” Fernanda nods. “I remember you, Peter, it’s nice to meet you again, Peter. How is your daughter?” "Astrid," Peter smile brightly. Proudly even "Oh, she is fine."

The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 49 “IT’S A PLEASURE to meet you. I am Beatrix,” her hand is extending and waiting for him to shake. Connor was startled when they walk inside a café nearby. “I am Peter,” he disguised as another man; thus, she believed it quickly. “You are so handsome—like, Paul.” “Please don’t tell him, we’ve met and don’t say the both of us talk,” he constantly stirring her mind with his tactics. “Have a seat, Miss Beatrix,” a sweet smile draws on his face—making her blush from her cheeks up to the tip of his ears.

… 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.

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."

"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.

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.

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."