Peter Twilight Novels & Stories

Contrasting with Peter, who was supposedly out of town and wouldn't return anytime soon, Brian conveyed a sense of urgency. Personally, I harboured a desire to meet Peter, though articulating the exact reasons proved elusive. Our interaction had been limited to a single video call with Brian, yet the intrigue persisted, perhaps fueled by his personality or physical appeal. Strikingly, Peter resembled Brian so closely that I initially mistook him for Brian's twin during the video call, only to discover later that they were not related.

More concerned about Thea’s tardiness he only half listened to them as he looked at them. Peter smiled at one of the students who passed by them only for her eyes to widen when she realized that he was standing with one of her professors. He looked like one of the university students with a light shirt and skinny jeans. Lucian never noticed but Peter was one of those people easily mistaken for younger than their age. According to what he told him he was already in his late thirties and was already been married once. He always thought this but there was some unique quality to Thea’s friends. From Pen and her contrast from femme fatale to lab rat, to Peter who could have passed on for a univer

In fact, she’s unsure if these people were even from this world at all. But she could only trust that Adrian wouldn’t hurt her, and so for him to trust these people, it just meant he was sure they wouldn’t hurt her too. “Mmm… master,” Peter’s voice broke the atmosphere moment as he spoke. He just woke up and his voice was so deep that it vibrated the whole air. And everyone turned to look at him. “What’s wrong? Did I say it bad?” he asked as he chuckled wildly. He still had his playful expression on his face. He’d seen Steve call Adrian master, so he also thought it wasn’t bad to call him master and, of course, Adrian looked like a master at least in his sense of humor.

The lighting shifted, spotlighting the space like a stage. And standing there— Peter. My jaw clenched instantly. He looked exactly how I remembered him. Same messy curls. Same average height. Same expression that screamed background character energy. Except now, he was smiling. “Wow,” he said casually. “You two did better than expected.” Cameron stepped forward before I could stop him. “You sick freak.” Peter held up his hands. “Hey. Language. I just put you through a carefully designed psychological evaluation.” “Evaluation?” I snapped. “You stalked us.”