Peter Pettigrew Novels & Stories

But watch out for the poison that might or might not be laced through them. "What do we have?" I asked. Peter stepped forward. He was a tall, thin man. Bald but with a beard that made mountain men jealous, he was soft spoken and terrifying with his pleasant smile while he cut off precise sections of flesh from your body. In addition to his fantastic blade skills, he was able to get inside the New York Police Department's database. "Boss, good to see you. From the fingerprints, we have one Lily Turner Sterling. A Markus Branch. And last, and unfortunately least, Ms. Meri Goodweather." He sighed, his shoulders drooping.

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. "

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

"Are you still mad at me? It's been so long! Why are you still so petty?" "Me? Petty?" Peter's eyes widened. "Back then, I'd already informed the higher-ups that I'd bring you aboard to Muguet; what happened then? You completely turned me down! I was just asking you to be my successor, not sending you to your execution! It's one thing that you don't appreciate my kind gesture, and another that you're now calling me petty!" Seeing how furious Peter looked, Yvonne said coquettishly, "I know you treat me well, Mr. Bowie, but I had a lot of things I needed to do, I—"

The air in the room shifted. Not because of the cold— But because of his presence. Lily remained seated on the floor. Her body stiff. Her gaze no longer defiant like before. For the first time, she stopped pretending to be strong. “You…” Lily’s voice faltered. “Peter Walker…” The man didn’t respond. His steps were calm. Measured. As if the place already belonged to him. That name was not an ordinary one. Peter Walker. A longtime friend of the late Mr. Blackwood. A man who rarely appeared—yet was always behind things that were never explained.

“He occasionally asks about his brother. However, I worry it might upset him, so I haven’t shared too much information.” Peter interjected, “Speaking of his brother, after hearing he might pose a threat to our protection plan, I dispatched some people to investigate. The findings were mixed.” I leaned in, intrigued. “Let’s hear the positives first.” Peter spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My team reported that his brother doesn’t seem to pose any real threat. He appears to be just an ordinary young man.” Harry raised an eyebrow, prompting Peter for more. “And the negatives?” Peter continued, his tone shifting slightly. “Well, he’s quite stubborn. I heard he was fixated on someone

The girl under him caught his attention. Peter gave the back of her head a look as he pounded even harder from the back, earning loud cries from her. She was a girl who had yesterday come for an interview for the post of his secretary as an intern. Her college held campus internship program and Peter Dursley's company was one of the companies that's hiring interns. This girl happened to have an opportunity to be interviewed by the owner of the organization itself.

Peter greeted taking a seat on the only empty seat available. " Gentlemen, this is my friend I told you about, Peter Maxwell, " Joe said about his friend. The older gentleman who looked to be in his seventies with piercing laser brown eyes looked intently at Peter. " Your friend here tells me that you require our services. " Peter gulped and turned to his friend with a question as to who the man is in his eyes. " This is Percy Smith, owner of Dabomb corps, " Joe answered. Peter frowned. " Never heard of you guys. "

"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."