Peter Twilight Novels & Stories

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

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.

Peter muttered under his breath as he stood up. She was ruining his mood already, and it was best he took his leave. Was it possible it was the same Hayes Mira they were looking for? Could Tyler possibly be dating Chairman Alien's granddaughter? Peter asked himself and cursed the Dalton family. How could both siblings be dating the two people they weren't supposed to date?

"Fine. Let's go." As we walked toward the transport, I glanced at his obsidian suit. The contrast was undeniable. He was the shadow, and I was the light. We looked like a mated pair heading to the Moon Council to register a soul-bond. The thought was terrifyingly exhilarating. The Sunrise Den was glowing with amber light, the air thick with the scent of aged bourbon and high-ranking wolves. "Relax," Peter murmured, leaning down so his breath brushed my ear. "This isn't a political summit. It’s for Elder Magnus’s old physics teacher. He’s turning seventy. The males here are the ones I ran with as a pup—they’re practically my littermates."

“I’ve never seen a frat house be so busy.” “This is crazy,” Tiff exclaimed. The driver opened the door for us, and we hopped out. Almost immediately, I saw Peter coming towards us. He was dressed in a pair of baby-blue bellbottom pants with a paisley dress shirt. “OMG! Peter,” I laughed, “The afro wig!” “I’m damn sexy, eh?” Peter patted his afro. “Yes, baby. You are one sexy beast,” Tiff declared as she hugged and kissed him.

So they could gain power. So, in order to avoid the man knowing this, the twin brothers used Peter, a normal civilian in America who lost his bet at their Casino. Peter sold his rights and life to them. But now, Anton knows that he messed up. Peter doesn’t know how mafia shits go, he only wanted to gain freedom by doing their bidding. He married Helen and they had Vera. But along the line, Peter left some breadcrumbs that allowed Helen to find out the actual truth. “Dammit!” Anton hollers a curse under his breath at the float of memories.

A groggy voice sounded and then the light was shut on, and then the door got shut quickly. “C’mon, I know you like it.” The groggy voice sounded again touching the shoulder of a boy sitting on a chair and stroking his dick. It was Peter, he was bisexual, no one hated him cause he hid that he actually liked men and since he liked ladies too, it was easy.

The wig was gorgeous, though, a rainbow of colours in pastels under a layer of platinum blonde. Her phone rang. Megan. “Hey,” Emily said putting the phone to her ear automatically. “Uh ah,” Peter rescued her face and took the phone from her hand, selecting the speaker with technological expertise that was impressive considering his nails. “Speaker, girl, speaker.” “Okay, Peter,” Emily said apologetically. “Peter?” Megan asked. “At the moment,” Peter replied, fluttering his eyelashes. “You may call me God.” “Peter,” Emily giggled. “It is my sister. You are on speaker, Meg. I am getting done for a shoot.”

Of course, my anger would be directed towards him. She hummed, “And here I was thinking we’ve having some twilight shit here.” She sounded disappointed. “Huh?” “You know, Twilight, the movie?” She turned her head around to meet my gaze. “Cassain Gregory as Edward Cullen, just more good looking and less constipated, you, Camilla Castello as Bella Swan and Adrian Moretti as Jacob whatever his last name is. You’re so Vampire girl now.”

**** TWENTY MONTHS AGO He sat right beside the fireplace as I remained invested into the series he had on his television. "What's the name of this again?" I asked, amidst a lasting laugh. "Orphan black" He replied, taking a step towards where I sat. He wrapped his hand around my shoulders which prompted me to move away in discomfort. He scoffed as he turned to me. "Are you kidding? It's called Netflix and chill. It's not an attempt to fuck you" Peter said which made me stand up. "I'm sorry, I'm uncomfortable and I need to go" I said as I grabbed my bags.