Peter The Great Novels & Stories

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

"Then, dump her in international waters." He hung up and placed one bouquet at Eva Smirnov's headstone, the other at Peter Pushkin's. I sat in my wheelchair, holding little Nico's chubby hand, watching my man from a distance. Even in the cold wind, he stood tall and strong. Old Peter had died of a sudden brain hemorrhage four years ago. Ivan had become the new Don. Thanks to our marriage alliance, no one in Melcina could challenge the Pushkin and Columbo families' position now.

I said pulling him in and kissing him all over my face, even with the mask. The child laughed and his arms joined at my neck as I held the basket with daffodils. He was my precious son. I sighed and with Abbadon by our side, walked towards the golden doors with a great sun carved in both. "The sun of the empire, Calisto Bernieri, the first of his name, lord of all demons, ruler of the underworld, emperor of Bernieri, his son, the little sun of the empire, Loren Bernieri Angelov and the third in command of the royal guard, Abbadon, the demon of madness."

Never. My lead attorney was planning to retire soon and I already had a name for the position. “Peter likes to party a lot?” I asked, playing absentmindedly with her hair. “Peter? God no. As exuberant as he can be, he’s actually shy. I think none of his relationships have ever worked because he’s never let go.” Hmm, were there homosexuals in The Eden? I should ask Jeff about it. Because if Vivienne found love by coming here, maybe Peter got the same luck.

All three remained silent, scrutinizing him quietly. “Father, why do they only sing his praises? I heard that the prophecies concerning the 7th Supreme were all bad.” A silent voice reached out to the Celestial Emperor. The one who spoke was Peter, the Emperor’s second son. His words were spoken so silently that only Mane and Abe were able to pick it up. No one else did.

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence. He was the exact opposite of Jeremy, and I still marveled at the fact that they were best friends. Personally, I thought Peter was an asshole. I was sure he had his reasons, some kind of psychological trauma which shaped him into the unfeeling robot he was today. Based on the snippets I’d gleaned from Jeremy, Peter’s childhood had been even worse than ours, though I’d never managed to pull the details out of my brother. All I knew was, Peter’s parents had died while he was young and le

Peter was in his late 20s, full of energy, not yet married to his wife, Maria clearly remembered how much Lukas looked and acted like that younger version of peter from the smooth way they talked, that same sly smirk on their faces, and even the sharp, intense look in their eyes. But Lukas is even taller, with sharper face lines, and way more scary and strong than Mr. Peter ever was, sge mused in her head. Still, the family look is there. I wonder if he is just as clever at planning things and full of hot temper like young Mr. Vaughn used to be. As Mr. Peter got older over the years, he started to change and act more like Victor. His face became hard to read. He chased after lots of women, g

The man added "No actually, what's your name if I may ask?" Melnyk tried to be polite. The man hissed, turned his back and started to walk away. "As your king, I order you to stop" The man stopped and turned back once again. "You are not yet a king because you are scared to take the throne. What do you want?" The man asked again "Your name?" "It's Peter. Peter the bulldog" "Peter, do you want to be my beta," Melnyk asked

Peter's voice rang through the air. "Fuck you!" Andrei cussed in Russian, firing a dagger at Peter from his hiding spot. "Oh, you are way fucked than I am, Andrei!" With that, Peter released bullets nonstop. Even though Andrei was trying to avoid being hit, one of the bullets impaled his left arm. Peter smiled victoriously, thinking he had killed the big bad mafia Byki. That made Peter backpedal through the woods and run away. Fuck, he smiled…