Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 Web of Deciet The sound of a door creaking echoed through the cold, empty warehouse. Addam stood with his arms folded, eyes fixed on Kohr as he approached. His leather shoes clicked against the concrete floor as he came closer, his silhouette casting long shadows on the walls. Peter was in the back, slumped over in the trunk of the car, his face swollen, his shirt stained with dried blood. Kohr, still uneasy after their earlier conversation, clenched his fists. "I told you what I found out about Aurora," he said carefully. "But Peter’s been here for a week now. It’s time to let him go."

“You like the food, sir?" Nolan looked up at Peter, catching the questioning look on his face, which almost looked like amusement. “Yeah. It's good—surprisingly.” Peter made like he wanted to laugh. "The cook is good. I eat here sometimes when I want to clear my head after a case.” "With all the noise around?” "The noise is the best part, Mr Cross.” He said with a smile. "Helps shut out the voices in your head if you listen to their conversations. It gets confused by the multiple voices.”

"Gavin probably bought them off… or maybe made a threat or two. He has his ways." Peter chuckled, a dry humorless sound. "I've heard a lot about Gavin Slade. He doesn't strike me as inherently evil, just incredibly rude if you ask me." "You don't want to see that other side of him," I warned, my voice grim. "Try not to awaken it." Peter fell silent, his gaze fixed on the road as he navigated through the alley. I knew he wanted to ask me questions about my relationship with Gavin, but he chose to remain silent. Thankfully.

Sir Edwin said aloud as he heard Detective Flynn's footsteps leave the room. "Nothing lasts forever." Detective Flynn replied, leaving the hospital ward. *** "How have you been?" Pearl asked Mr. Peter, heart tripping a beat. She wasn't sure how or what to feel. "You finally came to visit." Mr. Peter replied, his gray eyes narrowed. "Thank you for coming." Pearl froze, then looked away. Things weren't going smoothly, she was already getting pissed at this man that called himself her father. "How's life, I heard you're publishing your first book." Mr. Peter tried to keep the conversation going. "Congratulations. You know I'm proud of you right?"

Hill asked, her tone gentle but probing. “Yes,” Peter replied, turning to meet her gaze. “Well, what can I say? I’m 50 years old. I lived 20 years without memories, and during that time, I did the best I could. About five years ago, I found out I had a son—a young man named Alden. He’s 23 now. I don’t tell him often, but he’s a good kid. He’s also the father of my grandson, Ethan. Ethan is almost six, a beautiful boy with wavy hair like mine. He’s my world, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

Cullen reassured me, his words carrying a sense of understanding. He swiftly reached for his phone, dialing Drew's number. Almost immediately, Drew answered the call, and Cullen put it on loudspeaker, allowing me to listen in on their conversation. "I'm almost out, cousin. I won't stand you up," Drew's voice came through the speaker, filled with assurance. "That's not it, Drew. Could you do me a favor?" Cullen asked, his attention focused on the conversation. Drew's voice carried a hint of curiosity as he inquired, "What's that?"

He told the crowd. He then left it to the other guy .. who was sort of the complete opposite of him. This guy … Cullen… was younger…. He was probably closer to Brian’s age maybe a little older. It was nearly impossible to tell with wolves because we didn’t age the way humans did. “Hi everyone … like Leif said my name is Cullen. I’ve spent most of my life being a researcher and an academic. I’ve studied just about everything you could think of … including fighting and wars and special abilities. I know mountains of tactics that will come in very handy and useful.. and I have a few special skills myself .. which I will demonstrate when the time comes. Thank you all …” he said sort of awkwardly

Celeste caught the scent of melted candle wax, a trace of lilies remaining from a recent funeral, and a faint metallic smell from coins dropped in the donation box. Peter walked beside her, bass nowhere in sight, coat buttoned too carefully as if he’d needed the act to be exact. His hands stayed in his pockets, fingers curled inward, thumbs rubbing absent circles against the lining. He looked more like himself here, or perhaps less like the version of himself that held weight for other people. His shoulders were lower. His jaw unclenched. His gaze did not skim the street looking for interruption. The city’s noise seemed to slide off him, leaving him lighter, as if he’d remembered how to walk

I said. "Alright. You can get back to work now," I said. I turned to leave but Peter called my name just then. "Selena," I turned to look at him. "What is it?" I asked. "Be careful of that person," Peter said eerily. I blinked, confused. "Do you mean Lucian? He's Adam's best friend. What's wrong with him?" I asked. "I know that of course. That grandson of mine...he's really smart, except when it comes to his personal relationships. I really don't know why he's friends with that cunning man" Peter said.

I winked at him before straightening up. " You're not the only one," he assured her, "I also found out some interesting things about you yesterday.” " Like what? " I felt our conversation take a dangerous turn, but I couldn't help asking. Peter watched me for a moment before he spoke again " I just wanted to thank you for helping me with all this. I hope you like chocolate.” " Are you using food to thank me, Peter? " I sneered, "You're on the right track.” " Gavin Stewart was here this morning," he commented, "Our immigration interview has been scheduled for next week.”