Peter From Anne Frank Novels & Stories

“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.”

Lucia said smiling as she sat down comfortably “Who's this lovely man with you?”. Lucia asked staring at Peter Peter who was carried away from how beautiful Irene's mom was even after her the incident with the fire “Ooh, ahh_it_umm_P_eter, it’s Peter Miller ,yeah”. Peter said returning back to his senses Alan just stood watching his mom act like she was a the queen of England “Don't just boy,get the wine,chop chop,off you go”. Lucia said to Alan This made Alan laugh at his mom

Edrien accuses, leaving the note in the center of the table, “we have to act quickly.” “Yes,” everyone agrees, Grean catches my eye, “Anything else?” I nodded. “What if I tell you that I know the name and face of one of the Zanni.” I freeze their movements from leaving to those boys, I have three with wrinkled brows and sunken eyebrows. Peter is the only one who reacts, vacates his seat and goes around the table to plant himself in Robert's empty chair. His countenance is based on wonder and charm. She looks at me like she's the big deal and not the homeless looking girl.

" Please don't flatter me, young master. Young miss" "Uncle Peter please call me Anna, if Rean is your son, then I am also your Daughter," Mr Peter smile at the couple . "You both are a match made in heaven" Uncle Peter blessed them. Aaron walked toward Mr peter, whose eyes widen looking at him. "Aaron, young master Aaron you are alive" Aaron immediately Hug him. "How are you old man. Did you miss me?" "Oh Very much, " Uncle Peter said with a wide smile, which made his eye disappearing. Everyone smile at the two of them.

‎ ‎He straightened up, the humor draining from his face as he looked at me properly. ‎ ‎"Frank?" he said. ‎ ‎"I found where they're holding him." ‎ ‎Peter stared at me for a second, like he was waiting for me to laugh and tell him it was a joke. ‎ ‎"You're serious?" he asked. ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎He swallowed. ‎ ‎"So the rumors..." ‎ ‎"Weren't rumors." ‎ ‎He stared at me again before saying carefully, ‎ ‎"You like men now?" ‎

I look at him, railing black hatred. His name is Peter. The man who didn't give a damn about what happened to us and how we lived all these years. “So, abandoning us like the coward you are isn’t enough, and you came to disrupt the little peace I’ve made for myself by bringing your mistress or whatsoever she is to you. Am I right, Mr Peter?” “You don’t have to be so cold, aren’t you going to invite me to a seat at least?” He says, not answering my question.

They were sorely mistaken if they thought they could threaten us. Peter got out of the car first and took a few steps towards them, making sure to remain within our borders. “Who am I speaking with?” he asked, his hand on the trigger of his gun. A young man stepped forward from between them. “That would be me…but you do not look like the description of the leader of South City that I was told about. She ought to be a rather beautiful young lady.” Perhaps if he knew Peter was my father, he would not dare to talk about me like that with so much interest in his voice.

He stood up and walked to me. "I can ask my father to buy a coffee maker," I cast a sharp eye toward the man, "I can even choose one if you want.” "And I can call your father and tell him it didn't work out," He stared at me triumphantly. "You can't fire me ten minutes after I started working, Peter," I complained. "My name is Pyotr, Marianne" He took a deep breath. Of course, as if I could pronounce it. "Then don't call me Marianne! "I've re-tricked.

He adds. "Thanks." “Are you ok?” He says. “Yeah!” "Sure?" He insists. "Do you doubt that?" I think that Peter is so nervous, but why? Before I ask him Adam comes. “Adam, my friend, Mr. Morrison, and Ms Khalifa Laya." Peter says.We stare at each other. "Have you met before?" Peter asks and we nod. "See you around" Claire says and leaves with the guy as Selly come. "Here you are. I was looking for you." Peter utters.

Peter took the money Felix gave him and continued his statement. "Rudolf gave me the money, he said I should say everything I just said to anyone looking for Miss Swan." Isabella stepped forward, approaching Peter. "Do you know my sister well?" "I think everyone in this apartment knows Miss Swan. She's a nice girl," Peter said, putting the money from Felix into his pants pocket. Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I can't interfere in the private affairs of the landlord. And, I think we've come to the end of this journey. You should leave and not come back here."