Peter Attia Novels & Stories

“Piper.” “Don’t speak my name, Liam. Does this dirty Omega know that you have a fiancee?” Her words made my eyes widen in shock.

He adds and walks up to me. "Lewis?" He arch his eyebrow. "Peter, this is Tate." Lewis gestured to me as he rested his wrist hanging over my shoulder. Damn these men are tall. I smile at Peter and he adorably smiled back at me. "Tate, this is Peter." Lewis gestured back to Peter as he extended a hand to me. "Hi Tate. I'm Peter Payton." He greeted. "Hi. I'm Tate Kavanaugh." "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles.

“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?”

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.

"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.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!