Peter Van Houten Novels & Stories

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Valerian leaned forward with a slow, almost lazy grace, plucking the tiny parchment free. He unfolded it with two fingers and scanned the contents. A slow, dangerous smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "The new Luna is human." "She is not safe." He leaned back in his throne, the parchment crumpling in his hand. "Interesting," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. A human bride for Alexandro? That arrogant king had finally shown a crack in his armor. Valerian’s mind turned swiftly, calculating possibilities. A human mate—fragile, emotional, easy to exploit. Was Alexandro blinded by mating instincts? Was he foolish enough to think a human could survive the brutal games

, he said cheerfully. He hopped towards us and that was when I saw his full figure. He was a short man with a plump figure. His skin was evenly tanned and he only had a loincloth firmly tied around his waist as he approached us. I could not imagine why Vincenzo, or anyone at all, would dislike such a man. I had not even met him yet but his countenance excited me. “And Roberta, my Luna”, he said, bowing as he reached us.

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

He was lankier than I was, and at least four inches shorter. "The man watching the bank for Vianne was the wingman she had talked about," Jarred said in my earbud as he let everyone know about the new player in the game. "His name is Peter. He has a rap sheet and went to college for two years with Brant before he dropped his courses and entered the family business."

"He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess" "Gave up?" He retorted. "You don't just give up; I'll help you find him. I have some men in Russia as we speak, who can help. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He asked with anger in his voice. "It doesn't matter, don't waste your time on him, I'm not one for revenge" I huffed out turning on my back so I wasn't facing him anymore. "Ivan is a ruthless man. He's killed children, Cassandra; I'm finding him whether you like it or not." I sighed and nodded, hoping he could see my nod.

If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting. He looks like an alpha. But he’s human. I can smell his scent. So he’s not a werewolf, why does he look very familiar? “I see you have a protector now, Justin.” Luke smiles at Justin. “He’s handsome.” “Stop being creepy, weirdo. He saved my life.” Justin mutter to Luke. Her blushes even brighten red. “Ohhh. Is that so? Well, thank you Arthur. It’s nice meeting you. Thank you for saving my clumsy sister. I do appreciate it.” Luke says.

Something told the kid that Peter was no ordinary guy. Peter's eyebrow arched. "Take me to him." "I don't know what you're talking about!" The kid kept his composure, obviously well-trained. However, Peter moved like a shadow, too fast for the kid to even blink. Before he knew it, the scalpel he had been holding was in Peter's hand. Peter looked down, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, focusing on the small, finely made knife. On the handle, there was a tiny engraving that read ‘Holt’. It was the special symbol of the Holt family—actually, it was Saxon Holt's personal mark.

A man like that had paid no attention to fame or fortune as if there was nothing in the world that could possibly move them. But a man like Peter had already figured everything out about Wallace. Peter bowed and said, “Sir, I heard that you’re fond of the quintessences of Country H, especially rare treasures and the sort! “I heard that there would be an auction tomorrow for one of Jasper Higgins’ authentic works. There's also a porcelain bowl from Country H that’s around a hundred years old and a legendary commander’s seal… “I thought that you might have some interest in getting your hands on these relics,” said Peter while nodding and bowing.

"Peter is on his way here." Rowan almost laughed. Peter was Darien's beta, and he was a hulk of a man who was slightly taller than Rowan's six feet, but twice his width. If Darien thought he was going to be intimidated by him, Darien didn't really know what Rowan was capable of.