Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Okay Peter boy, what did you find out?” Caleb asked. Peter snorted, “Peter boy? Really?” He asked. “Yeah, why not?” Caleb chuckled with a shrug. “Just ignore his idiocy, please.” Ryker chuckles. Caleb glared at him and flipped him off. Ryder just laughed, “welcome to the norm.” He told Peter. “Thanks, I think.” Peter said, unsure of that. “So, what didcha find?” Ryder asked.

His gaze is firmly locked on her cleavage as Heather leans towards him, and is not paying attention to the information he is sharing. "Of course, I have all the records! I am even smarter than you could imagine and I would never let someone pull one over on me. And if they tried I would destroy them. That is what a man does," Peter boasts and brags and does not notice that he has spilled wine on himself.

Ellie was six months old when everything started falling apart. It started small. A phone call from an unknown number. Amelia didn’t answer. Then another. And another. On the fourth call, she picked up. “Mrs. Penking?” A man’s voice. Unfamiliar. “Who is this?” “Someone who knew your husband. We need to talk.” “I don’t talk to people who won’t give me their names.” “My name is Cullen. Cullen Kozain.” A pause. “And I have information you need to hear. About why Kael really went to prison.”

Aaron hung back as if he wanted a private word. “Is it true? Is he dead?” he asked, his features searching mine for answers. It seemed as if Peter was haunting us from beyond the grave. On the night he tried to lure Isobelle out of the cabin, the double-crossing snake emailed a folder full of snapshots and voice recordings to some ex-congressional representative in New York. That guy was a member of The Order, and he wasted no time in giving a little exposé about Whitehaven.

Avery asked, looking at him, she had finished reloading. “How do you expect me to walk with an injured leg?” Peter grumbled, trying to stand up. Avery smiled. “I will help you. As we walk down this lonely hallway, you will tell me what you know about your boss.” She said she checked her pocket and found out that she still has the walkie talkie, can she contact Eugene with it? But not now. She helps him stand up and he rests his hand on his shoulder and they continue to walk with Peter directing her.

His sharp gaze locks onto me, and the hard expression on his face makes me wonder if I’ve walked into the wrong office after all. “Are you Mrs. Cromwell? The wife of Hardin Cromwell?” I lift a brow, a sliver of unease tightening my stomach. “Yes? Is there a problem?” Peter releases a defeated sigh that has alarm bells going off in brain. “Please hold on a sec.” I watch in confusion as he gets to his feet and paces across the room, speaking into his phone with a hushed voice, his expression growing increasingly agitated. Whoever he’s talking to doesn’t seem to be helping matters. Peter’s gestures become more animated with every passing second until, finally, he lets out a resigned breath and

Caleb said to him. “So remind me, why are you here, Caleb?” Joe asked. “No! You tell me what you know about me?” Caleb asked. Joe chuckled and sipped the coffee he was holding. A coffee was placed in front of Caleb while he denied its order. It was then disclosed to him that Peter had it ordered specially for him. Caleb refused to accept the drink and demanded that Peter speak to him already. “Drink that coffee first, Caleb” Joe commanded him. “I am more stubborn than you think, Peter and if you think you will lure me into handing over my shares then you are mistaken because I have made up my mind to sell it to your brother” Caleb confessed.

Peter said as soon as Joe left. “Have a seat, Mr. Peter,” Bradley offered, taking another sip of coffee. “Thank you, sir,” Peter replied and sat on the sofa opposite him. Bradley studied Peter for several seconds before speaking. “Mr. Peter, I’ve dealt with enough stress today. It would deeply offend me if you were wasting my time. So I’ll ask you one last time—is the merchandise real?” “Yes… yes, it is,” Peter stammered nervously, pulling a flash drive from his pocket. “I have the copy right here.”

Cole leaned forward. “What did he sound like?” Peter hesitated. “His voice was cold,” he said. “He spoke slowly. Like someone who never jokes.” Cole studied his face. “What did they promise you?” he asked. Peter’s eyes filled with tears. “They didn’t promise me anything,” he said. “They only threatened me. They said they knew where my wife and daughter lived.” Cole sighed. “And you never asked their names?” Peter shook his head. “I was too scared,” he whispered.

I clamped my mouth shut, terrified that if I opened it, the scream he just described would tear out of my throat. "I don't need your pity, Arden," I whispered, my voice raw and broken. "I don't do pity," Cullen replied. He pushed off the doorframe and took a single step into the room. The sheer power radiating from him made the small cabin feel incredibly tiny. "I do strategy. And right now, your strategy is flawed. You walk out into those woods tonight, you die. I will not watch a strong wolf throw her life away because of a stupid boy's mistake."