Peter Gwen Novels & Stories

I twisted to look at Avi. “My wife and daughter have been singing your praises since yesterday. I have to admit I was a bit jealous I didn’t get to meet you. The name is Peter. Peter Heroux, previous Alpha of the Lunar Lake pack. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Peter reached his hand out through his book stacks and over the edge of the desk towards me. “Iris. Iris Armando of the Black Moon pack.” I smiled as I extended my hand out to shake his. “And future Luna of the Lunar Lake pack.” Peter grinned as he settled back in his chair. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

He greeted Creighton with a firm handshake and kissed Sandra then took his seat. “How’s it going?” Peter asked as he glanced up to see a waiter heading toward the table. “It’s been an interesting day,” Giovanni answered with a half grin, watching as Creighton poured a glass of champagne for their guest. “That’s what I heard.” Peter replied as the waiter set down a plate of crab cakes, stuffed mushrooms and pesto stuffed pinwheels, then turned back to Sabrina. “I tried calling Irena but she’s ignoring my calls, so I called the house. Your dad told me what happened. Are you alright?”

Both Mark and Christine greeted, they bowed their heads when they stood before Peter. Peter nodded his head before opening his mouth to speak. “Thank you for attending the party. However, may I know who you are?" Peter appreciated their greeting before asking them the question. Even though he knew who Mark was, he acted like he didn't since he hadn't met Mark before for him to know who he is. "I'm Mark Johnson, the CEO of the Johnson Corporations and this is my fiance- Christine Carter." Mark introduced himself and Christine to Peter. “Carter? Is it the same Carter family?" Peter asked again.

he said, chewing his gum a little loudly Looking down to my computer, I pretended as if I didn't remember him "your name sir?" "Forgotten my name already sugar?" He asked, giving me a toothless grin "it seems I didn't make quite the impression the other day, but it's okay, the name is Peter" Just for formality, I checked for his in the system "Mr. Peter_?" "Peter Washington"

A high-resolution photo of Peter stared back—his expression icy, his silver eyes piercing through the paper. Klein Peter Draven, 33 years old. The true shadow-power behind the Draven Pack. After years in the Northern Territories expanding their reach, he returned to the Cheshire Lands days ago. His focus is now the domestic pack market. "What’s the play, Dad?" I asked, keeping my voice flat.

I smirk "...and sure enough, not to one of your exes" I smile, contentedly at her and turn to Peter. "So, Peter, You now an electrical engineer like you always wanted?" He nods and I smile, my first genuine smile since I got here. I'm happy for him. It was always his dream to be an engineer. "He is. And he works for a top company too...Grace Manufactures and Holdings...the biggest in New York" Molly beams, proudly, reminding me of her presence. GMH? I've heard that before. Then a bulb in my head flicks on...

she said. "It's beautiful" she spoke. Christopher walked out of the closet, wearing a short and top. He was drying his wet hair with a towel. "Good evening Mr Croydon" Gwen greeted. "Hello Gwen. I'm surprised to see you here" Christopher raised his left eyebrows. Gwen knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She hurriedly brought out her phone and played the recording. They heard everything, including Peter's confession. Michelle covered her mouth. "That's the evidence we have been looking for. Gwen! Do you know what you've done?" Christopher asked.

Peter posed a question to Brenda, his tone carrying a hint of condescension, "Do you know why I brought you here?" Brenda responded with a smile, "I'm afraid I don't, Young Master Geek. You'll have to enlighten me." Peter's smile widened as he narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "It isn't good for a woman to be too smart, tell me all you know about, Margret Owen" Peter requested. Peter had conducted a personal investigation on Margret Owen, but he desired to verify the accuracy of the information he had obtained. Margret shared all the information she had about her step-sister.

“You’re Gwenna. The first Empress of the Wanix. I’m Empress Zelda.” “Yes, I was the first Empress. I am so delighted to see the title stayed within the family.” “Oh yes. The Xanatheals still rule! This is Beta Penn, my...boyfriend.” I laughed slightly. “Beta?” Agaras asked. “A werewolf?” “Yes, of the Luan Pack.” Penn informed him. They both looked horrified. “Th-the Luan Pack?” Gwenna whispered. “No! We were never supposed to speak to them again!”

"Yeah, that too. I’m just...really sorry for the collision. I didn't mean to send your life flying across the hallway." "Like I said, it’s alright." He shifted the weight of the books in his arms and held out a hand. "I’m Leon Galloway, by the way." "Gwen Casteel. Nice to meet you, Leon." As I shook his hand, I realized his skin was warm—not the feverish, predator-like heat I felt from the wolves, but a steady, comfortable warmth. "Likewise," he nodded. My eyes drifted to the stack of papers he was clutching. The bold header at the top was hard to miss: RAVENBANE COLLEGE: OFFICIAL ENROLLMENT AND TRANSFER STUDENT RECORD.