Peter Gwen Novels & Stories

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.”

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

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.

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.

However, the unexpected happened. The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in." Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—" "So, this is your chosen woman?" Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.

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 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.

“Really? Gee, what does he look like? Is he red haired?” “No dark haired. Brown eyes, about 5’7. Kind of creepy looking.” I nodded. Confirmed. I thought. Gina looked at me. “Name.” I mouthed. “What’s his name?” She asked. “Peter Gold. You seem interested.” “No, just curious. The resemblance was so crazy.” “Yeah I know what you mean. Maybe she has a twin brother she doesn’t know about.” Janet joked. “Yeah. I’ll catch you later. Bye.”