Peter Gwen Novels & Stories

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

MAXINE “Tell us what?” Mr. Grayson asked, looking between Zel and Peter. "What are you hiding from us?" "It's nothing," Peter insisted. He moved to leave the room but Mr. Grayson blocked his path. "Dad, get out of my way." "Talk to me, Peter. I'm your father." Mr. Grayson tried to convince him. "I said it's nothing!" Peter yelled, swinging his arm across. Purple energy exploded from his fingers and hit the lamp on the table.

Peter interjected, “Could you guys all tone down the PDA a little? Please think about us single folks. You all have partners, but I’m still unattached.” Trenton laughed and said, “Peter, I’m single too. We’re in the same boat.” “You’re still just a young lad. I’m already in my late twenties,” Peter said. He was about ten years older than Trenton and only a little older than Austin, who would turn twenty-seven soon. “Peter, when are you going to bring your partner here for us to meet?” Serenity teased. His smile became gentler as he replied, “When the time’s right, I’ll bring her back to meet everyone. It’s just not the right time yet.”

Peter greeted with a sarcastic look, sitting on the sofa with Brenda. Gwyneth fell silent, unsure of how to react, feeling scared of them especially now that Axel wasn't by her side. Suddenly, Brenda stood up, then approached Gwyneth, and hugged her right arm. "Come on, I'll help you." Gwyneth remained silent with a grateful look, walking slowly until she reached the ground floor. "Do you need anything or want to do something?" Brenda asked. "Why are you bothering with her? She'll only cause you trouble!" Peter interjected with his sarcastic attitude.

The whole story seemed far-fetched, but I could not detect any ounce of lying as they spoke. "Are you saying that you didn't know all of these father?" Melody addressed her dad, swinging her legs to stand up once again. The man didn't answer; instead, he began shaking his head, chanting a series of no's. That was an answer enough for Melody; Creed had no idea Gwen lied just to get him to choose her. "He had no idea; Gwen was a master manipulator. So that night, we believe he had already had sex with your m...Gwen's sister." I squinted my eyes when Peter fumbled with words, wondering what he was going to say before he changed the statement.

Gwen with a helpless look like an adult: "Okay, you can sit next to me." That's it, from childhood to adulthood, Richard, no matter how much he was hated by his sister, liked to follow Gwen. Gwen was too used to this little tail. He protects his older sister with his strong body, being a source of sister madness just like Peter, a girl fanatic.

The wig was gorgeous, though, a rainbow of colours in pastels under a layer of platinum blonde. Her phone rang. Megan. “Hey,” Emily said putting the phone to her ear automatically. “Uh ah,” Peter rescued her face and took the phone from her hand, selecting the speaker with technological expertise that was impressive considering his nails. “Speaker, girl, speaker.” “Okay, Peter,” Emily said apologetically. “Peter?” Megan asked. “At the moment,” Peter replied, fluttering his eyelashes. “You may call me God.” “Peter,” Emily giggled. “It is my sister. You are on speaker, Meg. I am getting done for a shoot.”

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

Peter says through his teeth. “Stop for a second,” I murmur, my eyes narrowing to zero at my vision of one of the rookies rushing to hug a young African-Angelican woman as she stands up, “I realize that young woman—” is Gwen. He plays lacrosse — I add to the following as he removes his defensive cap and my internal discussion perceives the uniform. Also those people are Steinbach and Wallace. To put it plainly, this place makes you not remember anything related to your life before it was eradicated.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.