Peter Pevensie X Reader Novels & Stories

Peter had gotten them their invites. As they closed in on Peter, they saw who he had been talking animatedly with from a distance. It was none other than Erik Wilson the author. Erik was an average human with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes. He wore a transparent pair of glasses, a pair of dark blue jeans and white fitted long sleeve shirt. "Peter!" Tiffany called, showing up in his eyes. "Tiffany! Stephanie! Glad you guys could make it. I was just telling Mr Erik here about us Tiffany," Peter said, hugging both ladies.

"I'm offering myself as a suitor, Coven Leader Hayle. And I hope you'll accept my advances." Well, since I'd just did the tongue-wrestling match of the century with him, accepting his advances didn't seem to be the issue. Piers rose before I could come out of my gaping spaz attack and bowed to me. "I'll see you soon," he said before he formed a black hole with his sorcery and stepped through it. I waffled between giggling into my hands in near hysteria and kicking myself for being such an idiot. Like I needed another boy to worry about. ***

"What do you men by pack" "Sorry I mean, uh town" she says but I don't really buy it. Peter moves forward and it's weird how much he looks like me, same dark hair, and same nose same lips it's just that these features are harder and more masculine on him. He looks me up and down and turns his nose. “That’s strange you don’t smell like a stray” Peter says. I look at him incredulously. “Excuse me!” “Peter that’s enough” Aunt Vivian says. As she rushes towards me and turns me around.

“I had already considered my options. With your permission, Anne and I would do a blood bonding ceremony, and I will be there for her and our child. They can move in with me or I can move to the compound. I do believe I’m strong in my own right, after all, I can read minds and I have a vast accumulation of wealth. She would never have to worry about working if she didn’t want to.” He scratched his chin; he was wondering if I was telling the truth about reading minds. “Yes, alpha. I can read your mind. I understand why you are skeptical.” I told him, answering his thoughts. “Would your child be gifted?” He asked. “I don’t know. I have an older daughter named Susie who wasn’t gifted, but she w

he said as he caressed her cheeks but that only caused Vivian to get more excited and she thought that he was just playing hard to get and that he never expected to desire her that soon. His hands were doing wonders on her body and that gave her more courage to continue the seduction game. “It doesn’t matter, I know I will help you. Besides, I will be the one who will be doing the thing. You just have to sit down and relax. Please…baby. don’t deny me this” she begged as Ethan tried his best to maintain his patience. She was already unbuckling his belt when the door suddenly opened and Peter walked inside. “Miss Cross, would you kindly step outside. I need to discuss an urgent matter with my

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

What did he mean by that? Peter is drunk, so it's no wonder that he's talking nonsense. But the sentence has left us hanging in awkward silence. I steal a glance at Eren, but when his eyes make contact with mine, I quickly look away. My heart beats twice. Screw you, Peter. Just what in hell was he planning? ***Authors Note*** Hope you are enjoying the book so far. Please don't forget to comment and vote. Thanks!

Parker shrugs and says, “Emma is easy to read, at least for me. Maybe it is the fact that you’re so similar to Peter. That’s why you two clashes. You are both stubborn, independent and don’t give a shit what anyone thinks.” Then he makes a motion for me to snuggle into his chest, and I instinctively accept. I snuggle around his body, feeling his warmth and his scent of lavender and lemon, while the sound of purring comes from his chest. He says, “Have you decided what you’re going to do with Peter?” I sigh and tell him, “Not yet. But at least today, I don’t want to know anything about him. Maybe tomorrow.” “So, now you understand what we meant about him feeling possessive of you?”

He winces in pain as he feels the sharp claws digging into his chest. “4,” “3,” “2,” “1,” Sabastian counts down as his claws penetrate his chest. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Jacob's eyes grew wide, filled with fear, as he trembled involuntarily. “Wait! Wait … it was Peter. He wanted to swap!” he shouts as Sabastian growls murderously, his claws slipping at Jacob, but he doesn’t rip out his heart. My own heart thuds. We know Peter. He has been our friend. I even thought of having him as our beta when the time came.

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.”