Peter Quil Novels & Stories

“You fool. You only know how to play around with women. Sooner or later, you'll die in a woman’s hands.” John glared at Huey and said, “I just got the news that Peter Weekly has evidence that we were involved in the tragedy at Green Hills Orphanage back then.” “Peter Weekly?” Huey was confused. Clearly, he had never heard of this name. John looked at his son in disappointment. “Six Fingers! He's the boss of Exquisite Antiques. Back then, he was called Peter Weekly and was Arthur Quaid’s driver. It's said that he has a recording of me asking the Quaids to burn down Green Hills Orphanage!”

"Oh, you can stop pretending! You're right here, and you think your lackeys can beat BM Group's finest?!" Peter's thought was simple: as the man chosen by the spiritron vein, the powers that Frank could bestow to his people would be greater than what Sally York harnessed. White it was mystical, it still would not be enough against real martial elites, which was why Peter was convinced he stood a good chance of winning. "Oh, to hell with it!" Frank could not be bothered to wait anymore and waved his hand. Suddenly, Mr. Peter shot to the air before crashing into the waters of Yellowrun.

He warns him. My heart is beating so fast, pounding against my chest wanting to fly out. If I don't die from a gun shot, I will probably die of a heart failure. Quinn stands and lifts his hands from his side. An indication of surrender. "Do you have the money?" Peter asks. Quinn nods, "It is in my boot." He says. "I am going to reach for it." Quinn attempts to walk towards his car. "Don't move." Peter warns. "Mac!" He shouts.

"My brother and I went through so many difficulties to get rid of our slave identity and became warriors, yet he died because of a weak slave like you! He's dead! Dead! I want all of you to be buried with him! I want the entire Cold Moon Pack to suffer retribution!" Peter's eyes were completely bloodshot. He had been completely consumed by hatred. I stood up. I didn't know about his childhood experience. I couldn't comfort him because his experience was ten times more miserable than mine. Enzo frowned, then hesitated before instructing Kyle, "Untie him. Exile him." Kyle seemed to disapprove of this decision, but he untied Peter anyway. Enzo took my hand to leave. However, no one expected the

Whoever had marked Peter had made sure he couldn’t betray them. Bloodties were for fated mates and created when wolves marked each other. Peter’s was a kidnapping, marking, and Goddess knows what else. He was suffering. He couldn’t tell me, and I hadn’t known. Was my head so far up my own ass that I’d missed that? Peter pushed Brian away, “Run, now. They’re coming. Forget about me, but please, I’m so sorry. And tell Mr. Silverburn for me.” “Peter!” Brian called as Peter jogged down the alley to put distance between them. As Katla and I turned to follow Peter, time started to shift to present.

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.”

A deep husky voice that I had come to associate with angry Luca sounded behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't know. We were friends so we were just catching up. Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Cavill” Peter stretched his hand towards Luca for a handshake. I looked up at Luca's impassive face to note his eyes darting to look at Peter's hand. “Name's Luca Ferraro. Remember it” He didn't take his hand. Wow. Peter smiled and withdrew his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Elena. I hope we can meet again before I leave”

"What do we do now, Peter? What if we're destroyed?" Peter put his glass away and put his feet up on the table, leaning his back against the back of the chair. "Aldric, it's not us who are destroyed," Peter said casually. "What do you mean?" asked Aldric, looking confused. "The suspects here are Charlos, Billy, Yassa, and your mother," Peter replied calmly. "But she's my mom, pet." Peter laughed at that. "So what if she's your mom?" asked Peter, still chuckling softly.

I said. "Alright. You can get back to work now," I said. I turned to leave but Peter called my name just then. "Selena," I turned to look at him. "What is it?" I asked. "Be careful of that person," Peter said eerily. I blinked, confused. "Do you mean Lucian? He's Adam's best friend. What's wrong with him?" I asked. "I know that of course. That grandson of mine...he's really smart, except when it comes to his personal relationships. I really don't know why he's friends with that cunning man" Peter said.

“Okay, fine.” Becca nods and turns to the cell, where Peter is still on the ground, staring off into space. His face is gaunt and paler than usual, likely because of the silver chains holding him down. A wave of pity goes through her heart at the sight of this man who once used to be so respected in their pack. A Beta, forced into hiding to keep a secret from his people. True loyalty came even at the expense of his safety. Many people wished for such a person they could rely on, someone who could take all the weight they suffer from and bear it as their own. That's who Peter was to the girls’ father. An unyielding rock. And now, he is at a great risk. A risk that can get him killed.