Peter Attia Novels & Stories

Calista replies, offering the stack of papers to my father which he refuses, pointing towards Cateline who's still cowering in the corner. "Studying business, am I right?" Calista nods again but her eyes light up as though she knows what my father is about to say. "Cateline here has realised being an Alpha is not suited to her. Since she's one of your neighbouring packs and I remember Gia being a strong and intelligent young woman, I wondered if she would be interested in the position?" "She would bite your hand off to take it." Zac laughs and my father smiles at him.

Peter quickly chased after him when he saw her using hand sanitizer to wash her hands as if she had just touched something dirty. He raised his hand to touch his nose: "..." At this moment, Brian came out of the next elevator, saw Peter, and immediately dragged him away: 'What are you doing on the 10th floor? Hurry up, the boss is waiting for you." Peter pushed him away in disgust: "I met an acquaintance." Curious Brian: “AI? Do you also have acquaintances here?" Peter whistled: "My lover - Mia Joan." Brian scorned, looking at Peter: “She is still avoiding you, there she is delusional. What's already a lover?"

Her frizzy and dull hair is now neatly trimmed and shaped, thanks to Lizzie. It's been 4 weeks since the day she came here. Initially, Emma was terrified. But soon she warmed up to the house and the grumpy bodyguards around her. They have a chef who is an older man named Peter. He adores Emma to bits. Peter used to be a made man who used to work for Luca's father. But he lost his wife and daughter in an accident. He was severely injured as well. He became handicapped. Now he is using a artificial leg to walk. Then Luca offered him a job as his cook, because Peter is loyal to his family.

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.

“More than you know.” They opened their menus. Before they could read them, a black man approached them in a three-piece suit. He wore an African tribal tie. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Patty in a deep African accent. “I’m Dawit. I’m the personal assistant to Abdulkareem Gerard Dada, the African diplomat and businessman.” He extended his hand to Patty.

There is a large room with couches, a TV, and a fridge on the one end for the guards to use to rest and relax if they need to. Two of her mafia bosses, Peter and Antonio, are outside the chamber doors. Peter is in his 50s with pale skin and black hair. He has dark brown eyes as well. Antonio is in his 50s as well with olive colored skin and dark brown hair with brown eyes. Both men are lean but not muscular. Veronica knows they are getting to where they want to retire but out of respect for her father they have stuck around. “Evening Donna. I apologize for the late hour.” Peter says.

It was clear—she had dressed this way to attract Ryan's attention. "Hi, Annie," she greeted me politely. "Hello, please come in," I replied, doing my best to remain composed. Peter greeted me from behind her as well. "Hello, Ms. Jaeger. I've learned conversational Darlenian thanks to Ryan's help, and I'm very grateful to you both." Peter stood an impressive six-foot-three, towering over me by at least two heads. His muscles were well-defined, giving him a rugged appearance. But what truly caught my eye was… something down there. The outline was unmistakable even in his sweatpants. My knees nearly gave out when faced with such an overwhelming sight.

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."

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 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!