Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Peter Kellerman, this court finds you guilty of fraud, domestic abuse, grand theft auto, first-degree murder of Linda Henderson, and orchestrating a long-term financial scheme involving coercion, forgery, and the unlawful acquisition of assets, including the attempted seizure of your son’s trust fund. The evidence further establishes a sustained pattern of manipulation, violence, and calculated criminal intent. Under state and federal law, these offenses carry the gravest of penalties. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” She closed the file in front of her. “This court is dismissed.” At the front of the courtroom, the corrections officers were m

The silence after that felt like a door opening in a room none of us had known existed. My skin prickled. “Then who?” I asked. Peter’s eyes moved to me, and for once there was no disdain in them. No calculation. Only exhausted honesty. “Someone bigger.” The words landed quietly. Too quietly. I thought of Don D’Caputo—the dead casino owner, the ruthless man whose name had followed us through threats, land records, shell corporations, and smoke. Don had become the dark shape in the center of every answer. But now Peter was saying Don had been afraid too.

A broken sound tears from me this time, helpless and raw. I hate it. I hate him for hearing it. The bigger man grabs my hair and yanks my head back. Pain tears across my scalp. My eyes water instantly. The suited man stands again, looking down at me. “Let’s begin.” Begin. My stomach drops. He asks questions. At first, I understand them. Where does Cillian keep his secondary accounts? Who handles his ports? Which police officers are paid? What does Declan control? How many men are stationed at the safe house? Where does Cillian keep his weapons? I know almost none of it. Not truly. Fragments, maybe. Things overheard. Names said in passing. Locations I don’t understand.

Third-person POV. “Dammit!” Peter let out a curse into the silent room in the unknown destination he was in. He doesn’t know how long he has been here but he can’t stay no longer. Peter wanted to complete his mission but fuck, these men were standing in his way. Just some time ago he had landed in the States, reeling with the hope of achieving his goals and gaining his freedom. But now he was even in more problem. Peter gazed at the door, yearning to move up from his tied position and over to the door. He yearned to tug the door open and flee. Capture his unwanted daughter and hand her over to the mafia brothers.

She said and looked at Peter to make sure he was following her logic. Peter understood where she meant but still couldn't stop himself from asking the question “Then what motive do you have?”. “ I just wanted Lebron to pay for everything he did to me when I was a kid,I had been studying everything about the him and the government that’s how I found out about you guys and this organisation.” Mulan replied,there was pain in her voice and Cassandra heard it,so she didn’t ask more questions. She knew how to deal with this kind of situations. Cassandra decided to change the topic “ I bet those wolves think I’m not coming back again” Cassandra said. “Well, they’ll be wrong then.” Peter said. “I kn

“I-I’ll go with you,” I said, my voice trembling in just the right way. I pulled my shoulders inward, as if curling myself away from the oh-so-terrifying rogues. “Just let Peter go. Please.” Peter’s voice cracked through the air as I took a step forward, “Audrey, no! Don’t do this! Not for me!” But Axel’s grin just grew, stretching further across his face. “Ah. Smart girl,” he purred. “You heard her, Edwin. You get your brother back.”

"Mr. Sterling! The ex-husband's calling Ms. Wilson! Peter's taking the phone to her right now!" Peter whipped around and finally glanced at the caller ID. It was Caleb. 'Great. Could I be any more screwed? Seriously, corporate life is a minefield,' Peter groaned inwardly. When he looked up again, Julian was standing there with an unreadable expression and a faint, humorless smile. He crooked a finger. "Hand over the phone."

along..... " "Is a spy. " I immediately replied. "Wow mind blowing plan. " I said. "Mr. Chinedu maintained that we keep the issue a secret. " said Peter. "I know Peter. I know. " I said. "You seem to be more engrossed in this demolition case than any of us. I understand it is necessary to fight for the right of the people but your energy is something else. " he said. "I am taking the demolition case personal because it's personal. " I replied. "Why asked Peter? " Because its personal. " I retorted. "Can you at least tell me why? " he said. "No. " I said. "You are being rude and too secretive you know? I know we are not the best of friends and haven't been quite acquainted to each other but

Peter said "Yes they do and though we are back to phase one, we won't give up, though Zack had chosen to join the wrong people and had ended up killed by them, we won't let his death be in vain, I know how much you love Zack and i love him too and so we won't let his death be in vain"Nick said "Am glad that you think that way and so What's your next plan?"Peter asked "I manage to get some info on a man called Collins, he will be the one to get me into the gambling den, once am in,the rest is easy"He said

Speaking of the wolf he just called me. Peter: cava ?! Me yes and you ?? Peter: cava .. Me: Peter we need to talk Peter: from? Me: nothing serious Peter: I'm coming to get you .. Me: no, we can talk about it on the phone ... I say cutting it off Peter: I don't like it Malèna Me: Peter .. I say the voice tender Peter: tell me .. Me: you know I just came here on vacation .. Peter: In ten minutes I'm at your place. He said before hanging up