Peter Rollock Novels & Stories

“Aunt Rox, this Young Master Roland you kept referring to is Roland Rockwell, yes?” Rox seemed perplexed by the strange question. “Yes, what’s wrong?” “Like, Roland Rockwell? One of the Rockwells?” “Yes, certainly.” Rox assured her, “Why, is there something on your mind?” “Oh, nothing.” She was just a little appalled by this unexpected development. Where did this guy get all this money from?

the lackey asks anxiously. Stiles growls deeply, "Don't panic! My hand will report this to Peter immediately. Meanwhile, just have your boots follow Rocco's car and find out exactly where they are taking his body!" "Yes, sir," the lackey replies before running off into the brush. Back in the territory core, Stiles hesitates for a brief second before calling Peter Hale. "Peter, Rocco from the Blackfang Rogue Pack has taken Mr. Hale's body. We might need your direct intervention with the pack warriors." Stiles knew better than to sugarcoat the situation, or his skin might just suffer Peter's terrifying alpha wrath.

For many years, Rollo questioned her mother for the identity of his father but his mother never reveal it. Rollo had been working for Ragnar Marshall for five years and had rose to become one of his most trusted men cause of his sharp fighting and killing skills. He had also followed Ragnar Marshall to do some underground business so when Ivan, the previous butler died, Ragnar picked him to come and serve as a butler in his house. Ragnar Marshall chooses people he has a bit of trust in.

You don't know how to fucking drive? Yeah, I do! But we're doing this fucking fast and furious kinda shit, for when we are in need. This new job I have with the council is no joke. Two years ago before Ricky met Livie, we were contacted by Alpha Blake, the former leader of the Primord's Pack. He had word that the alpha in charge of the pack Livie was from was the main ringleader of a big dark operation.

She was standing by the punch bowl, talking and smiling with some guy. What the hell? Who was that? Peter passed by me, lipstick stain on his lips as he held onto some girl. “Hey, fellar, how is it going?” I nodded absentmindedly, still looking at Olivia. Peter caught my glance and looked at the direction I had my eyes on. “Oh? That's Tommy Roberts. Lacrosse captain. A big deal in this university.” “He's a senior?” I muttered to myself but he heard me. “Heck yeah!” He said loudly over the music, “Listen I got to go, before my balls fall off.”

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.”

“Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.” “I did not catch your name male.” I cocked an eyebrow up, palming the hilt of the dagger in between my belt. “Derick, although the wolvens at the tavern know me as Rick.” Figured. “Who is Soren?” Derick shivered, his eyes shutting briefly. “Death.” A snort sounded at my right. “What do you take us for?” “I do not speak to you. I speak to the alpha heir.” “I won't repeat myself again,” I flipped the blade from my waist belt unto my hand, swirling it between my fingers. “Do not call me that.”

The rogues aren’t completely off the leash, so to speak. Rollo Seabrook still looks deranged, from the old photo of him. With crooked teeth from gnawing on bones and a face that looks like he’s spent one too many sleepless nights, he might have been handsome once. His muscles ripple and he could break bricks with his hands. He wears a black T-shirt like a bodybuilder. Rollo’s Beta is Tyler Lorch, who’s just muscle, and loyal, unquestioning muscle at that. Your typical thug. Rollo keeps everyone in line with the promise of conquering some other kingdom, and in the meantime, stealing as much as they can.

I asked him "Stop!!" Mr. Rolkosov tried calming me down but I didn't even listen to him what I had in mind was to kill him. I stopped holding him and turned to his partner "you know what this deal is over I don't want to be partners again. I can't have old perverts in my company" Mr. Rolkosov was stunned, mouth agape "please Mr. Rodriquez I would speak to my partner let's not end this good deal"

Samantha sighs, she looks at me with melanchola and sympathy, which was the least I needed right now. "Yeah, to make matters worse, Roxanne had a kid with a different guy in high school. She tried to make Russell beat up her kid's dad, telling him all kinds of lies and shit. She was pissed when Russell told her to forget it. The guy was a professional football player." I glance at him irritated, making him widen his eyes. " I mean... Russell could have taken him, but, the guy is pretty cool. He had never had any trouble with us, we all went to the same high school. She was mad that she was in doubt for who the dad was, and tried pinning the poor kid on three different guys."