Peter Twilight Novels & Stories

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

Peter laughed, "You know your Arab wears but then you must be very assumptious. Hope you shot your shot nicely? Oh no your brother said nothing. I have keen eyes." "I gave it a try," she said, liking Peter every second. However, Peter backed away slowly towards his high school crush. Peter Brooklyn spun around and said, "Hello Tiffany it's been a long time. Do you still remember me?" "Oh my Goodness! Peter!" Tiffany said excitedly. "The one and only, hello everyone." "This is Peter, my high school friend. We used to study astrology together," Tiffany said. "Nice to meet you Peter," Stephanie said. "Astrologist Peter, perhaps you could tell my fortune with this beautiful lady," Kane said. "Ar

“Without Sylvester, you’re just another overpromoted son. If it weren’t for Zenith, you’d be finished already.” I gritted my teeth. “Get out.” He sniffed in disdain, lips curling. “You can barely keep yourself together, and you think you can keep an empire? Watch how quickly this house eats you alive.” The door creaked before I could answer. And there he was. Peter. He leaned casually against the frame, a dark coat draped over his shoulders, expression smooth. Almost sympathetic, if you didn’t know better. “Forgive the intrusion,” he said softly. “I came to pay my respects.”

Jess immediately understood when she heard that Peter was done for. No matter how powerful Peter was or whether he was the heir of the Truman family, no one could save him after doing such a thing to Cindy. Cindy's grandfather was the current top-ranking person in Aurelia—General Cobalt Dragon, Tim Drayson. Peter had been pursuing Cindy and wanted to marry her to elevate his status further. However, Cindy always looked down on him. One time, after getting drunk, he raped Cindy.

“Everything is proceeding according to plan, sir.” Peter gave a small nod. “And Aurora?” “She has already received notice of the hearing.” Peter closed the folder in his hand. His gaze fell once again on the old photograph of Mr. Blackwood. “I hope you’re not angry with me, my friend,” Peter murmured quietly. His subordinate remained silent. Peter continued, “Because this time… I’m going to destroy Dante in a different way.” He stood slowly and walked toward the large window. His gaze remained fixed on the distant city lights.

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Jacob snapped at my best friend who, like me, was gawking at his butt. “It's Saturday, Coleman.” Peter sipped from his glass before continuing. “And we're celebrating Christmas and all that shit… That light looks a little crooked. Vivi? Doesn't that specific light seem a bit crooked to you?” “Hmm, it definitely is. Baby, bend over a little more… Perfect!” “I can't believe it,” He muttered resignedly. And both Peter and I sighed when once again, Jacob did as he was asked. “I don't think you could have found a better man for yourself, Vivienne.”

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.”

Tiffany asked, her voice tinged with concern as she knelt beside him. “I... I need her,” Peter slurred, barely able to form the words. Tiffany’s heart sank. She knew who he was talking about. It was always Aurora. No matter how hard she tried, she could never fully win Peter’s heart. “She doesn’t want you, Peter,” Tiffany said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “She doesn’t.” “But… I want her,” Peter said, his voice cracking as he looked up at Tiffany with drunken, pleading eyes.

I twisted to look at Avi. “My wife and daughter have been singing your praises since yesterday. I have to admit I was a bit jealous I didn’t get to meet you. The name is Peter. Peter Heroux, previous Alpha of the Lunar Lake pack. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Peter reached his hand out through his book stacks and over the edge of the desk towards me. “Iris. Iris Armando of the Black Moon pack.” I smiled as I extended my hand out to shake his. “And future Luna of the Lunar Lake pack.” Peter grinned as he settled back in his chair. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”