Peter Attia Novels & Stories

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."

"I still don't know your name. May I ask what it is?" The other bodyguard shyly bowed his head at me. "I am Peter, Young Lady Agathe. Pleased to make your acquaintance." "Likewise, Peter." This time, I smiled more sincerely before turning to look at Calixto. "By the way, where do we go to place the lunch order that Carlyle wants? Do you have any suggestions, Cal?" Calixto blinked in confusion and instantly shook his head at me. "There is no way you're going anywhere, Young Lady. The boss would definitely raise hell."

- Well, Peter was so secretive about it, so… - Belle too! - There they are. Peter, over here! Peter comes with noise embracing his friend like he hasn’t seen him in ages. - Hello Miss Maya! - Hello Annabelle! Please, join us! - My dear friend Phillip, is this the deity you saved from that accident?

“When will James be back?” The man shrugs. “How should I know? A couple of weeks, maybe.” His attention moves back to me. “I’m Robert. You can call me Your Majesty, if you like.” His grin twists into a leer, and a couple of the others snicker. “The real question is, who are you? And what are we going to do with you?”

Enzo still didn't raise his paddle. For the first time in over six years, Enzo Moretti purchased no one. And when the final hammer fell and the lights dimmed, Enzo rose from his seat and headed toward the exit, ignoring the curious and surprised glances thrown his way. He has no interest in any of them. None carried the fire he now craved. "Moretti." A voice stops him mid-step. He would know that annoyingly, low, taunting voice anywhere. Peter--Enzo's biggest rival, the man who owns the other half of the Los Angeles--stands near a marble pillar, tall and impeccably dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. His handsome face is folded into his usual taun

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

I tried to react, but Peter stopped me, with a gentle caress on my wrist. “Are you guys done?” His words were heavily accented, giving away his Asian heritage. “What do you—” “You know what, Mark Gwen, I had always considered you the luckiest man on earth, to have had the heart of Alyssa. But I bet I was wrong. As you are nothing but a coward… and you…” He turned to face Cassandra, whose face was now red with shock. “Are nothing but a club stripper.” I was still recovering from my shock at Peter’s outburst when he turned to me. “Let’s head to TI AMO cafe instead.” I nodded, as I let him lead me out with so much love and tenderness.

Here we go I suppose. "I'm not sure what you want to know so, I'll just start at the beginning. I think it will make things easier to explain." He nods giving me a gentle encouraging smile which I return all while I feel my heart pound in my chest from how nervous I am. " I'm not sure if you know much about my family members but there's my dad, Peter who is the Beta of our pack, then there's my older brother Rowan, and lastly my twin sister Blue." I've only just started talking and already he looks pissed. Did something happen while I was unconscious? "I have met both your father and sister. I didn't meet your brother, he left the day after the ball as planned, said he had things that requir

He exuded an aura of confidence that was neither intimidating, bitingly sarcastic, violent nor magnetic. His name was Attus, and he had the aura of a man that every girl would trust as a best friend, but nobody would ever date. He was not a nerd or weird looking. But as attractive as he looked, he just did not strike on my nerves like his annoying half brother.

The one that he knew the real nature of, and the most two face one out of them all. “Of course.” Alliah obliges and gladly introduces everyone to Peter. “Peter, I would like you to meet Daniela’s holder. This beautiful young lady over here is Air. That cold and anti-social kind, is Jeffrey. And the hunter, Kyle.” Peter held himself in front of them. Didn’t want them to see the fear that’s beating from inside of him. Fully aware that a small wrong step that he will have means his death. He smiles as Alliah finished her words.