Peter Pettigrew Novels & Stories

I began. "My name is Wade Owen Anderson and I used to be your regular boy next door. I was raised in the perfect home, of course perfect home consisting of werewolves. My mum and dad were the usual mates who truly cared and loved each other. I had two siblings. I had an older sister and a younger brother. Everybody was perfectly two years apart and I had a pet tortoise whom I had named Flash. I loved irritating my older sister, her name was Piper and oh, she was the devil. We would fight all the time especially because we had to share a bathroom. I'd rip off the heads of her dolls and she would smash my toy cars into pieces, then I would grab her teddy bear and hide it away and she would tel

“Ok, I will, don’t let mum tell her about her brother, let me speak to her first.” The Anti Terror Squad pulled away and Pete led an extremely shaken Paul to the end of the street. “Who are you?” he asked Pete curiously as he struggled to keep up with the giant. “No one important, it looks like I am your new brother in law though.” Pete shot him a smile. “I’m Pete MacGregor by the way.

"No, you're not. But ever since I found you, I've felt responsible for you." I rolled my eyes, perching on the brick windowsill and gazing into the night sky. She spoke as if she were years older than me. Leigh was only a year my senior, and she didn't find me—I found her. I was on a job for Pete at Noor Settlement, fetching an ancient mage's book. Pete was a deadly Diremage—just a touch from him could be fatal. I've seen him play a man like a puppet before leaving him off to die in the gutter in blistering cold so I knew crossing Pete meant trouble, and it's also one of the reasons he's wanted by the king. He's a Blessed, like me.

I'm Kaitlyn Sawyer and I'm still having the heebie jeebies for goth girl over there. "I'll rather have her here than some other people." "Call names and we are gonna have a friendly talk Greyman." "Let's all calm down. Hello, gentle soul, what's your name?" The fatso was next. "I'm Pe...Peter Pound." He stammered out and fingered the hem of his shirt. "The fuck you are." Grey shouted. "You don't look anything like Peter Pan." Brandon said. "It's not Peter Pan you fucking Bozo. "

I dragged him back to the middle of the office so they would be enough space to talk. Peter sighed as he closed his eyes, before running his hands through his carefully styled hair, like some tragic hero in a novel. Then he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting mine. "Remember that day I came in late? I told you about the guy I hooked up with at Ignito right? The one who threw me out the next morning?" I nodded, my head moving almost mechanically. "Yeah, what about it?" "That was Alexander." He confessed. My jaw dropped and I didn't know whether to laugh or scream. It almost felt like a joke, but Peter wasn't laughing. He looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

If he learns about Charles Caldwell and Mary's involvement in a twenty-year-old murder, he will pivot every asset we own toward a blood vendetta instead of the IPO acquisition. I need him stable. I need his clinical precision intact. I need the plan to reach its completion without a single emotional fracture. Footsteps echo softly on the wooden planks outside the boathouse door. The heavy brass handle turns with a familiar click, and the door swings open to reveal Peter. He wears a dark charcoal overcoat, his shoulders dusted with the cool night air, his dark eyes sharp and alert as they sweep across the room before locking onto my face. "You're out late," Peter says, his gravelly voice low

she whispered to Beatrix, planting a kiss on the little one’s forehead. Meanwhile, Peter whose clothes had already changed to that of a wizard’s, flew back to the window and watched his sister sleeping so comfortably with the abnormal Omega female. “Sweet dreams, you two,” he whispered before wearing his wizard hat back. The ancient book glowed and became smaller. He placed it in his pocket, then the sceptre flew to him and he sat on it. “Off I go!” he said with glee as the sceptre took him away at an abnormal speed.

"All the reports were conducted at your Dixon Hospital. If you want, you can investigate it. After reading the reports, you'll see that Neel's DNA matches mine, not yours." Slowly, Bruno began to understand Peter's motive behind revealing the truth. "I can give you as much money as you want. Just spare my family, please," Bruno pleaded, his voice trembling. Peter's gaze turned serious, his Don-like demeanor resurfacing. "Bruno Dixon, do you think I'm still that money-extorting guy? I am Peter Winkle now. The rising sun of the underworld. I have plenty of money and power." "What do you want?" "A simple deal. Yohan Dixon."

Halting abruptly a few walk to the fridge, his eyes narrowed as they stayed on Dr Greg, who was still tied on the chair. His eyes flickered to Kira, who was still soundly asleep. Before walking towards where a bat lay, he clutched it and stepped towards Doctor Greg. "Today is my lucky day," Trevor said, prodding him with the bat. "Wake up, old fool!" But he got no response. He tried again for the second time by kicking his ankle. And it worked. Doctor Greg jerked awake, and his eyes widened as he glanced around the room before they settled on Trevor.

CHAPTER FORTY Stitches “Mr. Culpert, would you mind passing the rolls?” “Please, call me Peter.” So it was the weekend, and the cozy and sparse apartment was suddenly full of guests. There were Bryony and Eddie, and they had invited Syrina and Rikki-Tikki over, as well, and Peter Culpert—the man who wanted more than anything to murder Bryony—was their guest of honor. “Thank you so much for saving her life,” Syrina said, clasping both of Peter’s hands with her own. “I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”