Peter From Anne Frank Novels & Stories

Annie After Peter was searched like a criminal by the police officer, we were released. “Thank your girlfriend and her willingness to visit Pennsylvania, young man,” the officer was saying. “Otherwise, I would send you back to where you left!” The man had a menacing look to him as he spoke, and after Peter got back into the car, he walked up to my window with a friendly smile that was completely in contrast to the way he referred to Peter. “Have a good trip, miss. And enjoy it!”

Anna saw someone calling her name and looked up. Oh, isn’t this the guy at the table in front of Brandon? This guy’s name is Peter, right? Peter saw Anna looking at him. It was funny. He crossed his arms across his chest, lowered his shoulders, and smiled in return. “He means nothing. You don’t care!” Peter gets to the point. “I mean, Brandon sits next to her.” Anna didn’t seem to understand who Peter was talking about, so he added. Anna was doing her French homework. When she heard Peter’s words, she stopped her pen, closed her books, and looked at him with interest.

I reveal, my eyes flashing with anger. “If I had my way I would rather make you go to hell.” He drops, unashamed. “Oh. What gave you the guts to show your face?” I boil, standing before him. Without blinking, Peter locks his gaze with mine and speaks. “I want my daughter back, Truman. Give Vera back to me!” He roars. To be continued….

Peter walks back into the room. ‎“I am so sorry I lied to the policemen,” Mr. Peter says the moment he enters the room again. He shuts the door behind him gently before turning to face me. “I had to lie so they wouldn’t start questioning us. And… I also saw the panic on your face when I mentioned they were here.” ‎I stare at him for a few seconds before nodding slowly. ‎“It’s alright, Mr. Peter. I appreciate the gesture.” I pause briefly, exhaling softly. “The truth is… I remember everything now.”

It is clear to him the voice wants to play games with him. “What do you want?” “We have something in common. I am a man who likes to share but only up to a point. Since you step into my arena it’s just fair that you know the rules.” Peter studies the suite absently wondering where the rucksack was. “Aren’t you curious who we have in common?” “You made the call, you enlighten me!” replies Peter. “Sammy Hoffman, a beautiful woman but treacherous liar. I hope you enjoyed just like me the pleasures of her flesh.”

"Isn't it too late?!" Peter kept ranting. "We're both going to die here!" "That might not be the case." Frank chuckled coolly. With his Transcendent rank physique, he would not even fear a missile, let alone a bomb. That was why he was calm, even intent on testing whether Peter had the resolve to be true to his word. Lifting him by the collar with one hand, Frank brought him to the broken glass, asking, "Tell me, Peter—are you afraid?"

These are his adoptive parents. "Thank you for giving us a call. Peter can be easily distracted but we know he's safe when he is here at school. You must be Mr. King, his new teacher, I'm Eliza." I shake hands with her and watch Peter's dad Edgar whisper something in his ear, making him giggle. Peter gets down and walks over to me. He gives me a small wave and peers behind me to do the same with the girls. Once they leave, I turn around and come face to face with Anna.

“We’re still best friends, right?” He smiled at that, relieved. “Of course.” But inside, I wasn’t smiling. Inside, I was breaking. Peter went back to packing while I stood there like a ghost. I watched him fold his shirts and seal another box. He looked happy moving away like I was a problem he wanted to leave. “So,” I finally asked, “what’s he like?” Peter glanced up. “His name’s Daniel. He’s funny, smart… kind of serious sometimes. You’ll like him.”

She looked at Peter and asked, "What's your name?" Peter glanced at Theodore before he said, "Peter, Young Miss." He held his chest and bow slightly. After introducing himself, he stood up straight again. Peter had his mouth and nose covered with his black mask, he is also tall. However, his eyes don't show any emotion. Peter would mostly show his emotions thru his actions. Just like a while ago, he would tremble if he's scared. He wore full black clothes. Peter had his short hair tied, his eyes were black like an onyx. Soheila still had her slight smile on as she glanced over at Theodore. "I'll cook," She said shortly.

“Pretty name for a pretty lady. Jordan isn’t giving you any trouble, is he?” Fernanda chuckles, glancing my way. “No trouble at all.” Peter smiles widen like a bloody twat and I resist smacking him upside the head. “Good, good. Wouldn’t want my boy here scaring you off.” “My name is Peter Volkov, but you can call me Peter.” Fernanda nods. “I remember you, Peter, it’s nice to meet you again, Peter. How is your daughter?” "Astrid," Peter smile brightly. Proudly even "Oh, she is fine."