Peter Attia Novels & Stories

he decided to break the silence since the other was refusing to simply just open up. Damien who had his head rested against the chairs with his eyes close fluttered his eyes opened, revealing his perfect blue eyes that shone brightly and pulled any soul in for comfort till he completely shreds you apart. He was the perfect predator, though he had the air and ruthlessness of any alpha surrounding him like a deadly aura, his eyes seem to speak differently whenever he was looking at someone and when he smiles, it eases people’s heart and pulls them close and closer and closer till he attacks his prey.

Dianthe glanced at him and smirked. ”The hell with that woman! Son of a gun, he is making me insane!” Atty. Garette was fuming when he called one of his best buddies, Atty. Paolo. The roar of laughter of Atty. Paolo was really that pesky. “Dude, I am giving a grade A+ to Dianthe. No other woman did that to you hahaha.”

He adds. "Thanks." “Are you ok?” He says. “Yeah!” "Sure?" He insists. "Do you doubt that?" I think that Peter is so nervous, but why? Before I ask him Adam comes. “Adam, my friend, Mr. Morrison, and Ms Khalifa Laya." Peter says.We stare at each other. "Have you met before?" Peter asks and we nod. "See you around" Claire says and leaves with the guy as Selly come. "Here you are. I was looking for you." Peter utters.

Dummy. " I said. "Emjay is here. Fetty we are waiting for you . "screamed Peter from inside the compound. "Hurry it's past 7pm already. " he said. I grabbed my purse, placed my cellphone inside and grabbed the room keys. Layo walked out and I followed him suit. He was wearing a well ironed brown trousers and plain black tea shirt with black cover shoes. I just noticed his appearance while we were leaving our room. Layo came out and I did same. The first person I saw was Peter. He was standing outside in a black suit over brown leather cover shoes. He wore a brown necktie and his dreadlocks were sparkling. I was lost into his eyes like the way he was in mine. "Hey what's wrong with you two. "

Matteo easily carried her to the empty bedroom, and watch as Peter took off her shoes and unzip the back of her dress. "Go now, I'm changing her to looser clothing. I'm gay, okay?! I've seen her naked ass so many times already." Peter said to Matteo as the underboss glare at him for what he thought was an inappropriate attitude from Peter's side. But he didn't budge, he just turns around and said that he was to be with her twenty-four seven. While in reality, he just basically didn't trust anyone at the moment. Not even her so-called gay assistant.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

so it'd really be tricky and messy if things were to a head. "Fuck off!" With that said Richarlison made his first move and attacked peter. He punched his fist forward with a whizzing sound as it cut through the air. The speed was lightening fast and it's force was the maximum Richarlison could manage. After all, he knew beforehand that he can't show not even the slightest reservations when he dueled with peter. When Peter saw him attacking, a sneer showed on his face. He made no move to dodge the blow as he faced the man head-on. Bang! Richarlison's fist struck peters chest hard. The forceful recoil had the former stumbling back three steps, but the latter remained rooted to the sp

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

"Then I'm gonna set you up with Bernie Schwartz, who's one of the biggest guys at ATI. Will that work for you, Peter? Does that float your boat?" Joy-soaked, he exulted, "Oh yeah! That would be unbelievable!" "Okay, then. I can't promise you he'll like your script, Peter, but I will promise you that he'll read it and meet with you. Done deal." They shook hands again. On his way out, Kemp put his hand on Peter's shoulder in a fatherly way. "And don't be counting cards on me now, Peter, you hear? You're on the side of righteousness."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.