Peter Cullen Audiobook Novels & Stories

Peter’s voice said through my skull. He wasn't sitting behind his obsidian desk in the Bellevue tower. The audio carried the distinct, hollow acoustics of a cramped, metal-paneled utility van—the faint click of diagnostic switches, the low whir of cooling fans, and the steady, heavy thrum of the diesel engine idling in some dark alleyway down by the waterfront. His voice held no mechanical mask, no polished corporate filter. It was the rough, broken, and entirely human voice of the man who had stood beneath the orange halogen bulb at Level Zero and offered himself up to be broken just to prove he could bleed.

The sound was low and satisfied. “I told you…” he said, leaning back in the chair while Cerene continued dabbing at his bruises. “Behave… and I will spare you.” Cerene smiled triumphantly, her hand resting on Peter’s knee. “See? He always knows what’s best.” I slipped my phone into my pocket. My hands were steady. I looked at Peter directly. “You really think this changes anything?” Peter smirked, wiping his own mouth again. “It changes everything. You’re not going anywhere today. Or tomorrow. Not until you remember who you belong to.”

CHAPTER FORTY Stitches “Mr. Culpert, would you mind passing the rolls?” “Please, call me Peter.” So it was the weekend, and the cozy and sparse apartment was suddenly full of guests. There were Bryony and Eddie, and they had invited Syrina and Rikki-Tikki over, as well, and Peter Culpert—the man who wanted more than anything to murder Bryony—was their guest of honor. “Thank you so much for saving her life,” Syrina said, clasping both of Peter’s hands with her own. “I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

Cullen sighed. "No. Who was Peter?" "Was," Cullen said sadly. "Peter was the only one of my guys that Rafe had gotten to who tried to tell me what was going on. Rafe tortured and killed his mate. When we all got back and things settled down Peter asked Aislinn to take him out and let him talk to Zoe. We thought it would help him. He had been so depressed since Zoe died. So we headed out and Aislinn managed to bring Zoe. Shortly after that Peter killed himself."

“I’m Justin Mitchell. You may call me ‘Justin’. Who might you be, young sir?” Peter shook Mr. Mitchell’s hand, replying as politely as he could around the hard candy in his cheek, “I’m Peter, and this is my sister, Sarah.” “Delightful to meet you both. Your father speaks very highly of Miss Moore. I’m certain you’re in excellent hands.” Getting to his feet, Mr. Mitchell bent at the waist, brushing the knees of his slacks, then straightening. “Miss Henderson,” he said the faintest bit too warmly, “when you’re finished with your conversation, bring a notepad into my office please.”

However, at least he thought he had eliminated one of his enemies and now the man seemed to be supporting him after he gave him his gold disc back then. "Can I have a look around?" Peter asked without asking the owner for permission. Bill replied, "Of course. I have some items that might catch your eye." Peter's eyes lit up and Shirley started to get annoyed but she couldn't do anything about it because since owning the disc her husband seemed so distant from her and her relationship with Peter was getting worse by the day. "Wow! Is this about General Mackenzie?" Peter asked with eyes that looked more fiery than ever but it wasn't about him being angry but rather him being excited.

Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation as the inspector began to speak. Inspector: Mr. Peterson, I'm Inspector Parker. We've been investigating the circumstances surrounding Sheila's death, and I believe we have some promising leads. Peter: (leaning forward, his eyes filled with determination)Tell me everything, Inspector. Inspector Parker pulled out a file and placed it on the desk, opening it to reveal photographs and evidence. Peter's heart sank as he saw the lifeless image of Sheila, a once vibrant woman reduced to a mere victim. Inspector Parker started . "We have reason to believe that George and Caleb were involved in Sheila's murder. Their fingerprints were found at

Billy was pensive in his room. He still remembered his conversation with Peter this afternoon. "It seems like your life is so peaceful, Doctor." They were already seated in the living room. As usual, Peter sat with his usual swagger. "What do you need to come here?" asked Billy, who didn't like to linger with someone who was his enemy. "Why so upset. I came to say hi to you," Peter chuckled but it wasn't funny to Billy at all. "I heard that your favorite daughter became the daughter-in-law of the Gonemanus family. Ah, never thought that little girl would turn out to be a murderer," Peter chuckled.

"Offriamo questacarne di uomo, rendiamolo donna come desidera il suo cuore." The moment our chanting stopps Peter collapse's to the floor in a heap. His whole body starts to shake and vibrate. Micheal grabs the blanket and we cover Peter, wrapping his arms and legs tightly in the blanket as the book instructed. White noise fills the air, starting out low, but growing more and more intense until I fear that my ears will soon start bleeding. As the noise grows Peter's body is lifted into the air, hovering in the air between me and Micheal.

What I was looking at now was something rebuilt from the pieces of the original and held together by determination rather than ease. "I came to tell you what happens next," I announced. She kept her chin level. "And what happens next?” "The man you spoke to yesterday," I explained, "does not have the resources to protect you from the consequences of what you told him. He thinks he does but he does not.” I let out a small chuckle. “Within the next thirty days Perry Cullen is going to be finished in this city. His money will be inaccessible, his reputation will be in pieces, and anything he promised you in exchange for the information you gave him will be worth nothing."