Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 16 After dropping the bomb, Axel went back to read his documents. It was as if he did not care about the impact of his words. It was as if he was telling his assistant to go and get him a cup of coffee. Peter felt that this was the hardest mission of his entire career. Find his boss a wife, he could as well go buy himself a coffin. "Anything the matter?" Axel's cold voice reached his ears and his heart almost jumped out of his skin.

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

Sebastian asked, tugging at his collar in irritation. Not only could Caitlin hear the audio, but she could also see the video—an explicit scene between a man and woman. After all that, Peter had hidden such a thing? Caitlin’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly tried to close the file, but in her haste, she clicked several times and couldn’t shut it off immediately. The sound kept playing, its piercing clarity adding to the awkwardness of the moment. Finally, after several attempts, Caitlin closed the video, and the sound ceased.

“I hope you’re asking about me and not some other lover I’m going to have to battle with for the right to bed my fair lady.” “Really, Peter,” I scolded while Megan rolled with laughter. He raised a brow and then kissed my neck. “Just asking.” I put a cup in front of him as he sat at the table next to Megan and playfully squeezed her hand. I was extremely curious as to why she had to bring him home instead of him taking a cab, but I also didn’t want to change our topic of conversation. Peter spent a decade with the natives in Africa. I had no doubt he could prove useful in figuring out what was going on with the dead bodies come alive with spiders in their heads. I decided to broach the to

Peter mumbled, trading places with her. He gripped the edges of the podium and looked out into the sea of faces in front of him. From where I’m sitting, his face almost looked a little green, and I felt sorry that he had to speak publicly on such short notice. He cleared his throat. “My name is Peter, and I’m a Specialist with the United States. I did a lot of work in the early days, trying to keep the disease contained. When that failed, I began to take in survivors and tried to fortify a safe haven for them, much like you’ve got here. Unfortunately, things didn’t end well, and I and a small group of survivors were forced out onto the streets with very few supplies and no real hope to keep

It's coz of something else. "Ok. Be safe, big bro." Peter said with a small smile. "Hmmm," Phoenix nodded. He walked to the table and waved at them before light covered him and he vanished. Now that he was gone, Peter's smile vanished. He turned to face his little sis. "I'm gonna read you something very intriguing." He sat beside her on the bed and took out a red book written in a strange language. Seeing the book, she immediately sat up. "You're not gonna read me that, are you?" she asked with a shaky voice.

A deep husky voice that I had come to associate with angry Luca sounded behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't know. We were friends so we were just catching up. Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Cavill” Peter stretched his hand towards Luca for a handshake. I looked up at Luca's impassive face to note his eyes darting to look at Peter's hand. “Name's Luca Ferraro. Remember it” He didn't take his hand. Wow. Peter smiled and withdrew his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Elena. I hope we can meet again before I leave”

He gave me one last look, his eyes lingering a little too long, then turned and walked away, his shoulders hunched. Peter let out a low chuckle, pulling me closer. “Hm, he's kind of your type, huh?” he said, his tone teasing but with a knowing edge. “Tall, broody, got that whole ‘I’ll pine for you forever’ vibe.” I elbowed him, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, shut up, Peter. You’re ridiculous.” Summer cackled, tossing her hair. “He’s not wrong, Ann! Caleb’s got that sad-puppy energy. But Peter’s got the charm, so you’re good.” She winked, and we all burst into laughter, the tension dissolving like mist in the sunlight.

“Everything is proceeding according to plan, sir.” Peter gave a small nod. “And Aurora?” “She has already received notice of the hearing.” Peter closed the folder in his hand. His gaze fell once again on the old photograph of Mr. Blackwood. “I hope you’re not angry with me, my friend,” Peter murmured quietly. His subordinate remained silent. Peter continued, “Because this time… I’m going to destroy Dante in a different way.” He stood slowly and walked toward the large window. His gaze remained fixed on the distant city lights.

Ethan said, breathing a sigh of relief. But as he walked out, Peter’s eyes didn't hold a shred of familial warmth. As soon as the door closed, Ryan stepped back in. “Should I clear the feed, sir?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “Why? If she stole the song, she should feel the teeth of the pack. I said I’d make calls, Ryan. I didn't say I’d tell them to stop the truth from coming out.” Peter Draven never left a loose end, and right now, he was enjoying watching his nephew’s world burn.