Peter Van Houten Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

“No, Captain Depay, this isn’t human...look well... this person wears exquisite cloths, did you check the cloth brand?” “There are so many brand of clothes in the world Captain Depay, that can’t lead us anywhere...” Different thoughts were running through detective Joha’s head at that moment. Suddenly he scrambled up from his seat and charged towards his bed. He went on his knees, bent and pulled out a carton from underneath his bed. Captain Depay just watched on wondering what was going on in his head. Detective Joha poured out the content of the carton and began to search frantically.

“The wolfsbane is just there to neutralize the wolf!” He smells the vial again, then he grins and dimples puncture his cheeks. “Buckthorn.” He shakes his head, plucking the vial from my fingers. “You’ve put too much wolfsbane in. This will kill her.” He nods at the mashed potato. “Isla is lactose-intolerant. A nob of butter should have the desired effect.” He pushes the cork into the vial, then pockets it. “Mind if I keep this? I have a better use for it.”

"Never mind your warriors barging in here, but who the hell is truly backing that young healer?! Why is his name interfering with my pack dominion?!" "Even now, your stupid brain fails to grasp the true situation. Your bloodline deserves exactly what is coming to it," Peter states simply. Then, his eyes turn down to the floor. "Herman, you are an elder from the Crimson Alliance and possess far more experience than this rogue fool. Why don't your lips explain exactly who is standing right behind my cane? Give this soon-to-be-headless rogue master a little shock before his life fluid drains."

Out of nowhere, Peter’s voice broke through the chatter, lazy yet commanding, “I stayed sober. I’ll transport you both.” Dustin blinked, momentarily taken aback. “You didn’t drink? Then who was clinking glasses with me for the last hour? Peter, no offense, but I don’t care if you’re the High Alpha—ignoring the Council’s safety laws is a no-go.” “I was drinking mountain spring water,” Peter interjected smoothly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “My glass has contained nothing but water this entire time. You simply assumed I was indulging because you were.”

Elena said. "The Luxembourg entity traces back through seven shells — two more than mine, which is excessive even for privacy purposes. Excessive shell structures indicate not just privacy but concealment of something the owner understands to be problematic if connected to their name." He looked at the drawings. "The beneficial owner of the entity accumulating properties around your empire is a man named Pieter Vanderlith. Dutch. Sixty-seven years old. A property investment firm headquartered in Amsterdam." "I don't know that name," Elena said.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.