Peter Benchley Novels & Stories

Peter had gotten them their invites. As they closed in on Peter, they saw who he had been talking animatedly with from a distance. It was none other than Erik Wilson the author. Erik was an average human with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes. He wore a transparent pair of glasses, a pair of dark blue jeans and white fitted long sleeve shirt. "Peter!" Tiffany called, showing up in his eyes. "Tiffany! Stephanie! Glad you guys could make it. I was just telling Mr Erik here about us Tiffany," Peter said, hugging both ladies.

Beverly Carington "Hey Beverly." Sean smiled at me and I smiled back. "Hey Sean." I said and we're waiting for Mr. Han first. We stood side by side and I sighed. "You should be happy that we're not dealing with Peter again." Sean said and I nodded. "Peter is annoying but his boss is more annoying." "You know Clyde Dante?" Sean asked and I nodded. "Old friend." I smiled and he nodded. "Well.. isn't it more comfortable to work with an old friend?"

I repeat slowly making sure she understands clearly. She huffs raises to her feet and storms out of the room. Running my hands down my face I release a deep breath then tuck myself back into my pants. I’ve just left the guest room when my phone rings. “What” I say when I answer. “Hello Mr. Evens this is Dean Ryo from The Glosing” “Hello Mr. Ryo” I say surprisingly professional. “I’m calling to seek the password approval for a Miss Hartlynn Xander’s purchase of our exclusive penthouse property” my brows knit together as I take in his words.

Schwartz, your next appointment is here." "Where's the time gone!" Bernie sprang to his feet, which made Peter levitate too. "Now, you go and write me a script about high-stakes gambling and card counters and throw in some sex and laughs and I promise I'll read that. I'm so happy we were able to meet, Peter. You give my regards to Mr. Kemp. And listen, I'm glad you drove. Personally, I won't fly anymore, at least commercial." When Peter got back to his small ranch house in Spring