Peter Attia Novels & Stories

“Your boy already got what he wanted from me, so I’m just here waiting for judgment day. So, you can scamper off, skank.” I bite down my disgust for the derogatory term. I came here for a reason, and I’m going to get the information that I need. “I’m not here because of Dante.” “Ah!” he exclaims, barely wincing when he clasps his injured hands together. “She can speak.” Ignoring the way his eyes are raking me up and down, I steel my nerves and force every ounce of confidence I have into my words. “Peter Atwood. Does that name ring a bell?”

"This is black salt and you must sprinkle it in each corner of your bedroom and again around the corners of your bed. It will keep Atticus from being able to attack you physically. The good thing is, you don't have to use a lot for it to work." "Wait, if all this is actually true, I thought you said he could only teleport things. How can he attack Candice?" Brad asks with renewed assertiveness. "He's actually been attacking Candice for a while now." She pauses and meets my eyes, nodding. "In her dreams." I look up because she's right. "You know about that, too?" She dismisses my question and keeps talking. "Right now, it's important that you listen carefully because this isn't going to stop.

Detective: "Exactly, Assistant Peter. It seems like this person has significant connections, maybe on par with the influence held by Mr. Felix." Assistant Peter: "I don't care how powerful this person is! I want to find evidence that Miss Cyra didn't hit Mopi!" Assistant Peter then abruptly ended the call. He was very frustrated right now. The assistant was afraid that Felix would harm his wife. For some reason, Peter was beginning to believe that it wasn't Cyra who hit Mopi, but there was no evidence to support his opinion. Then, suddenly, Assistant Peter's phone rang again. This time, there was a message on his phone. It was from Puspa, Cyra's assistant.

The silence after that felt like a door opening in a room none of us had known existed. My skin prickled. “Then who?” I asked. Peter’s eyes moved to me, and for once there was no disdain in them. No calculation. Only exhausted honesty. “Someone bigger.” The words landed quietly. Too quietly. I thought of Don D’Caputo—the dead casino owner, the ruthless man whose name had followed us through threats, land records, shell corporations, and smoke. Don had become the dark shape in the center of every answer. But now Peter was saying Don had been afraid too.

I told him and he kissed my forehead. "Tell me more," he replied giving me his full attention and I laughed softly rolling my eyes. "That is weird," "What?" "Nothing Xavier," He was about to reply when he got interrupted. "Good day, I'm Peter how may I assist you?" A man a little shorter than Xavier asked, his blond hair combed back neatly. "Find us, something reliable not too fancy but modern and from the executive class," Xavier said and the man nodded walking away returning a minute later a smile on his face.

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

The Luna For Me A Novella of Atticus and Adriana ATTICUS My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year’s Eve parties.

“What do you mean he isn't answering his emails?“ I asked Peter for the last time and I could feel him sweating from the inside. “He is also a multimillionaire, Boss. And it is hard to get a meeting with him as he is busy with so many things but I spoke with him before today and he said he would see if he can make it to the meeting and he doesn't want a wordless talk.“ Peter said and I almost roar in anger. “Did you get the company's name?“ I threw at him, while he nodded almost immediately. “DiMaggio Topher and Vee.“ He revealed and I almost coughed out blood. “I have never heard of that company. You told me he is just starting, so where is this coming from? How come he is a multimillionair

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.