Peter Attia Novels & Stories

She had anticipated encountering a figure resembling a stereotypical tough guy—rough, scarred, clad in baggy clothes, perhaps with a backward-worn baseball cap. However, what she saw defied her expectations. Before her sat a tall, drop-dead gorgeous individual with mesmerizing light green eyes. His features were striking, boasting a firm chin, broad shoulders, and toned abs. Clad in dark fitted jeans and an equally dark short-sleeve shirt that revealed a tattoo of a butterfly, he exuded an aura of attractiveness that was undeniable. Boma couldn't help but notice the dark slip-ons adorning his feet, each aspect of his attire contributing to an overall impression of darkness. His expression wa

Peter said, “why,” Fathia asked, “I want the count to be for entrance for my dick alone, I don't want It to be the exit for babies, we will find another route for our babies,” Peter said, “why are you suggesting something painful and delicate?“ Fathia asked, “my dick Is tiny, and If your pussy Is wide, I won't enjoy having you again, and I might be cheating on you, and I want to be faithful In my marriage,” Peter said,

There was no denying his strong presence, distinct from Maria's—more akin to that of a tough mafia boss who was difficult to get along with and quick to resort to violence at the slightest provocation. Compared to Harry's refined appearance, my athlete-like build, Peter leaned towards a rugged type who clearly enjoyed fitness. His physique was just right, not overly muscular. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and he wore a white shirt and suit pants. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos on his arms, adding to his overall rugged charm. "Neil, come back with me, come home," Peter Black called out to Neil across the distance, even though from our seated positions he couldn't directly see

Well, let’s just say the shirt clings to him like a second skin, highlighting muscles I didn’t know could exist outside a magazine. Compared to Adam, my ex, this man is... otherworldly. Adam was all excuses and mediocre charm. This guy? He’s raw power and control wrapped in mesmerising beauty. My gaze lingers too long, and I quickly drop my eyes to my glass, only to realise I’m blushing. Stop it, Piper, I scold myself. He’s just a man. A ridiculously perfect man... but still just a man.

It felt like selfishness to him. “Seems like somebody is starting to miss me a lot”. Peter said smiling at Antiono. He offered Antiono cake bread and lemon tea. Antiono took the items from him and hissed . “ Okay so if you're going to be giving me attitude, maybe you should find somewhere else”. Peter said golfing in a full sliced caked into his mouth. Antiono laughed at the sound of his voice. “Okay well,am actually okay and at the same time am not”. Antiono said heaving a sigh of relief,he relaxed his back on the couch.

"Peter is on his way here." Rowan almost laughed. Peter was Darien's beta, and he was a hulk of a man who was slightly taller than Rowan's six feet, but twice his width. If Darien thought he was going to be intimidated by him, Darien didn't really know what Rowan was capable of.

She frowned, pretending as if she didn't know what the heck I was talking about. "I know you, Attiaood, just as much as you know yourself, and there is not a single bone in your body that had compassion towards those around you. You don't give a damn about Piper Fimbar or what happened to her son. You wouldn't have agreed to help her if there wasn't something you would get out of it in the end. So tell me. What was in it for you?" I asked. Attiwood kept her mouth shut, testing my patience.

Taking out a red lipstick, she applied it on. "I am going to get my life together and make them all regret treating me like trash," she swore, a smile stressing her beauty. Walking down the empty street, Alissa was startled by the honk of a vehicle behind her. She pulled herself from the road and watched the Maybach come to a screeching stop. The door opened, and a handsome man came out from it. She blinked her eyes twice, rubbing them. "Peter?" Peter, now standing tall and confident, lunged out in a well-tailored three-piece suit, his features more sharpened than before. He gave off a powerful aura. Peter advanced towards her, a smile springing to his lips.

Better than thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I’d pulled away. Better than thinking about the fact that, even now, I wanted to finish what I’d started. It was a lot better than the fact that I was trying my best to ignore every feeling that I had, and yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. So I hit harder. “Natalia, he does not want anyone inside.” “You don't get to call me by my first name. You don't even know who I am.” “Fine then Luna, I am his beta and whether or not you want to accept it, you are going to have to listen right now.”

Liam: I sat in the war room, staring at the file Kai had just laid down in front of me. Surveillance notes. Locations. Timeline logs. Everything he had found while shadowing Alaria. “She was tense again this morning,” Kai said. “The man wasn’t there. But she was still not okay when she was dropping Anatasia off.” I didn't respond. I was too lost in my thoughts to do so. Kai leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Whoever he is, he’s not just someone passing by. I don't know why you're not putting a stop to it.”