Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

Julian said with a weak chuckle, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Julian,” Peter said, his tone turning serious. “I’ve been going through my dad’s old files, trying to find anything about the Aurelio shipment.” “But I haven’t found anything yet. I wonder if they got rid of every piece of evidence he ever gathered.” “Keep looking,” Julian said, reaching over to squeeze Peter’s hand. His voice was firm, but a shiver ran through him as he remembered the blue-eyed man’s words. I hope to see you again. “We won’t give up. We’ll get our revenge together.”

"Do you really care about me, or are you afraid that if I die out there, no one will help you get revenge?" Adrien narrowed his eyes and crushed the cigarette with his fingers. As Jensen had walked out, he bumped into Peter, who came in. He laughed self-deprecatingly and said to Peter, "You are luckier and happier than I am." Peter was confused by what he said. Before he could ask, Jensen was already walking downstairs with one hand digging into his pocket. He rubbed the back of his head in bafflement. "Hey, Peter, you are here. Come in and talk with me." The anger and gloom on Adrien's face instantly faded, and he broke into an avuncular smile at the sight of Peter.

Sorry I was late I had some business to take care of. - No problem, we're not doing anything in particular. Suddenly there was silence and I don’t know how but I heard a slight ticking. But then Peter started to talk. - Be quiet for a little bit Pete…do you guys hear this? - What are we supposed to hear? - Sst… And all of a sudden Bob yelled from the top of his lungs. - Bomb!

He heard that Peter had been expelled from the Truman family and could never contact anyone in the family again. Poor Peter, afraid of Henry, had fled back to Aurelia the day before. He did not expect Cobalt Dragon to destroy him again, just as he had found a possible treatment method. John could not believe the news. He made a call to Alfred to verify it. Alfred was shocked. How could John in Hodbridge know about a piece of news that had just come out of Aurelia? Word traveled fast, it seemed. Of course, he confirmed that the matter had indeed happened.

His lips quivered but no sound came. “You want to beg?” I said softly. “Beg to him.” Caisen crouched low in front of Peter, tilting his head as though he were examining an insect. He reached out — casually, almost fondly — and brushed his knuckle along Peter’s jaw. “You reek of fear,” Caisen murmured. And then he smiled. A slow, vicious smile that even made me suppress a shiver. Without another word, he grabbed Peter by the hair and dragged him up so their faces were almost touching.

Receiving no reply, she got down from the bed and walked barefooted to the window. It was still early in the morning and the sun had not completely risen yet. She opened the window to get some fresh air. She gazed out the window and stared at the greenery outside. Then, she extended her hand, feeling an urge to touch the trees and mountains that were viewable yet far away… Meanwhile… “Sir, these are the words that Peter Hall said after we broke him for confessions. Things aren’t looking good for Ms. Manning.” Tiger handed Conrad a flash drive that contained Peter’s confession.

But before I could add on that I was outside the operating theater, he hung up again. Peter was beside me. He reached out and wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes. “Caleb’s a good man. He has a sharp tongue, but he’s soft-hearted in nature. Although his words are a bit harsh, he still comes for you at the end of the day, right?”

Bruno asked anxiously. "I have evidence to back it up," Peter replied confidently. "I want to meet you," Bruno stated firmly. "Alright then. Don't try any funny business. Meet me at Hotel CV Avenue tomorrow at twelve in the afternoon," Peter instructed. "Listen here, Peter. This time, I won't let you toy with my family," Bruno warned. "I promise, Mr. Dixon. You can trust me," Peter assured before ending the call. Bruno ended the call and took a deep breath, sinking into the comfort of his study room's revolving chair. Closing his eyes, memories from the past flooded his mind.

“I’m pretty sure this is better than ruining your nice clothes.” He nodded. “Of course, it is. How is your injury?” Raven went still for a moment before chuckling. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and leaped off the truck. “I’m not so bad off that you need to worry, Peter. Where’s Cillian?” Her gaze drifted over me briefly. A look of pity washed over her face. Then she turned away. “Over here,” Cillian said. “Peter, you too.” Peter set the last box down and leaped down to follow Raven. Candido climbed up on the truck to take Peter’s place, and I found a place to sit down.

"Riley, I hope these candles light up the path for you no matter where you are. I know you probably hate me, but it's fine. If this is what it takes to give you peace, you can hate me however much you want. I wish I could tear off my own flesh from these bones to make it up to you." The more I listened to him, the more confused I felt. But I didn't have time to dwell on it because the Sullivans and Evanses had found Peter. "Peter Sullivan! What the hell are you doing?" Sammy and Penelope screamed from across the riverbank. Peter didn't seem to hear them. He just kept lighting candle after candle. "Today's your wedding day! And you're here paying respects to a dead woman? Are you trying to ru