Peter The Great Novels & Stories

My dad asked in a teasing voice. I groaned internally. He was using “THAT” voice. “Dad, Peter is someone I met today. I just told you about him. He helped me out with Patty…” Piper interrupted with a scoff. “Someone? Peter Melton isn't someone. He's the number one elite, he's the richest guy in Delengade.” Piper said excitedly. Dad looked surprised. “Is he back in the country then? I thought he was abroad. Dave said so the last time we talked.”

Peter said in his reply to me. Peter baffles me a lot most of the times because how and why is it possible for a single human to be so perfect without flaws, I used to think it’s impossible for any human to be alive without flaws but meeting Peter, I had a change of thoughts, it’s totally possible because Peter is really without flaws! Because how is it possible? How? How is possible for a man to be so understanding and calm? He is extremely sad about all this that’s happening but at the same time he still trusts and believes in me! I have never ever in my life met a man born of a woman that’s as perfect as he is.

Peter assured her. “Thanks, Peter. You're a lifesaver." Dee added before hanging up the receiver. Dee sat and waited for a whole five minutes before she heard Peter knocking on her office door. "Ms. Delaney, it's Peter." "You may enter," Dionnah said. Peter shoved his bald head inside first. His glasses sat crookedly on his elongated face. But don't be fooled by his nerdy look. He was a certified womanizer. He had bedded almost 90% of the female population at Delaney Designs. He had style, dressed in a crisp Prada suit that hugged his lean body nicely. He possessed a little class too, because he never spoke a word about any of his sexual encounters with anyone. If it wasn't for a few of the

“Hello Bendetta, this is Peter Petrov.” I let out a bated breath. The Head of the Russians is calling me. This guy is not to be confused with the low life’s working with Carl. The Russians working with Carl are the Balakirev’s. A lower level family. Peter Petrov is like the Godfather of Russia. The Pakhan. “Hello Pakhan, what do I owe the pleasure?” Peter's booming voice comes over the speaker phone. “I’m afraid this isn’t a social call. I have a proposition for you.”

"This is why you always lose, no imagination at all. Our father gave you everything because he knows what an idiot you are and you won't survive our world." "You can't be mad I'm SIMPLY the favorite son!" Peter was well aware of how it irritates me. "One of these days, maybe sooner, I will succeed against you and be the next brutal king!" Peter smiles as he begins to spout more nonsense. "How about a trade! You give me that pussy over there and you can have any country under me." Peter's voice didn't slur as he says this, for I know he's now starting to want Baby as he kept on eyeing her. Baby's body language were giving off too much information. Everyone is hungry for some meat in this room

" Welcome, Peter. " Peter is one of his earliest patrons his first client. He had helped him eliminate a business rival which had helped him launch his software business into the multimillion-dollar company it is today. The fifty-year-old man smiled widely at Percy before turning to the other members to drop his greeting. A few more faces appeared making the number up to Eleven on the screen. One of the last faces to join is the Duke and Duchess of Sussex.

Peter grinned widely watching Henry struggle. "Coward!" Henry spat. That insult almost pushed Peter over the edge. He pointed his gun at Henry and snarled, "Dare to say that again? Believe me, I'll blow your brains out." "You wouldn't dare, you coward. If you kill me, your masters will punish you." "You..." Peter's hand trembled. The Behemoth preferred eating living humans and not dead ones. If he killed the guy...

“Kris, can we talk about my grandfather?” Kris’s hand pauses mid-air, her expression darkening. “Peter,” she says, the name coming out like a curse. “Your grandfather is... he’s the most vile man to ever grace this planet.” I stiffen, the tea in my hand forgotten. “What did he do?” My voice is barely a whisper, dreading yet needing to know. Kris sighs, leaning back in her chair, her eyes reflecting old pains. “Peter could wield blood magic, powerful and ancient. He had multiple wives, Verena. And because he could wield blood magic, he didn’t just lead a family; he started a cult.”

"Such arrogance. You want the Smiths to disappear completely?" An elderly man in traditional clothing appeared before them. His eyes were sharp, and his nose was curved. His steps were steady as he continued to speak. "I am Peter Smith." When Jennifer heard his name, her face drained of color. "Peter Smith? That's the Sovereign Grandmaster who dominated Mirage City fifty years ago! He was unbeatable, and he ranked in the top fifty of the Aston Savant Arts Ranking." "Exactly." Peter chuckled mockingly. "I'm surprised that a young lady like you knows so much."

[Meanwhile, elsewhere] "Peter was the love of my life. I met him when he traveled to St. Petersburg for business. I was upset with my husband at the time, so I went out for a drink, and that’s where I saw him. He was the most handsome man in the room—his dark, intense eyes framed by thick lashes, his light brown skin, and that full, wavy hair. He was a sight to behold. And his sculpted body? Don’t even get me started."