Peter Attia Novels & Stories

“I’ve never seen a frat house be so busy.” “This is crazy,” Tiff exclaimed. The driver opened the door for us, and we hopped out. Almost immediately, I saw Peter coming towards us. He was dressed in a pair of baby-blue bellbottom pants with a paisley dress shirt. “OMG! Peter,” I laughed, “The afro wig!” “I’m damn sexy, eh?” Peter patted his afro. “Yes, baby. You are one sexy beast,” Tiff declared as she hugged and kissed him.

“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."

, I throw on the table. Now Peter makes no attempt to hold back his laughter. He clearly underestimates me, this woman from the big city. He doesn't even bother with a counteroffer. "Deal!" ...

The blonde hair twit says looking at me, unaware of the rage rising in my chest. "What exactly are we beginning?" I seethe, slamming the door, "And who the hell are you?" "I am James Damer, your new PR agent." "I don't need a PR agent." I growl at him through gritted teeth. "Well, your father seems to think differently. He said that we needed to begin working on your image right away if you are going to be taking over the company in the future. You have a standard to uphold."

He could pass as handsome with a broad chin, bushy eyebrows, high cheekbones, a light beard cut low, and dark hair, almost black cut very low close to his scalp. He smiled down at her warmly, brown eyes shining curiously, "Tigana Miss, Tigana Johnson," Aakifahlynn reached for a handshake, "and this is Peter Marshall." Tigana gestured to the one smaller in size as he took her offered hand with the other.

Elijah said. Peter walked up to the counter and handed the person four silver. 'Fuckin non-resident markups.' Peter's hair had turned partially gray overnight. His hands had aged to look older than the rest of his body. The man behind the counter was darting their eyes from Peter's hands to his face, clearly wondering what had happened to Peter. The five men walked through the door connecting the lobby to the changing areas. As Lao took off his shirt Elijah noticed a tattoo on his back.

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

Peter was terrified by his demeanor and, not wanting to exaggerate the situation, he left my wrist. His gaze was drawn to me. "You are more than ten minutes late, Miss Sianna Gomez..." "Mrs. Sianna Aldrich Lionel," Peter corrected, reminiscing. "Is this how you intend to work?" He barked at me after giving Peter a deathly glare, his palms balled into tight fists. "You know you can talk politely with her. It's only 10 miles..." Peter attempted to pacify him. "DO NOT INTERFERE IN MY BUSINESS, Peter."

Peter warned coldly, shooting the man a sharp glare. Adam shivered. “Alright! Alright!” Peter and Adam aside, there were other young, beautiful celebrities with them. Annabelle Laking was one of them. Regardless of who they were, all of them were Black Athens’ very best celebrities, each with incredible fame and even more fans of their own. It was obvious why Peter brought the women with them. He was hoping that their beauty would delight Zayn. After all, according to his research, the man was still a bachelor. To him, it meant the man must be a Casanova!

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."