Peter Van Houten Novels & Stories

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

Peter greeted taking a seat on the only empty seat available. " Gentlemen, this is my friend I told you about, Peter Maxwell, " Joe said about his friend. The older gentleman who looked to be in his seventies with piercing laser brown eyes looked intently at Peter. " Your friend here tells me that you require our services. " Peter gulped and turned to his friend with a question as to who the man is in his eyes. " This is Percy Smith, owner of Dabomb corps, " Joe answered. Peter frowned. " Never heard of you guys. "

she said and they both walked out of the hostel and ventured towards the next hostel. Theirs was hostel E while the next one was D and was a stroll away. Hilda called her cousin again and she came out to meet them. She took them to a small garden sit out that was currently unoccupied. The girl looked gothic and was not as Boma expected. She looked feisty. Boma had thought she would look innocent and shy. Hilda introduced them and Boma discovered her name was Paulet. Boma noticed a dark ring on her finger. That was her mark.

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His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

But his mind now carried scars that would accompany him forever. And I was not finished yet. … Pieter Van Der Werff’s penthouse was in a luxurious building on the Upper West Side. I crossed the portal directly into his bedroom, without precautions, without disguises. I did not want to hear excuses. I did not want to give him the chance to explain himself. He had already had his chance. And he had wasted it. Pieter was sleeping alone, his brother Hendrik was in Europe. The penthouse was decorated with the kind of ostentation that screamed new money: modern works of art that he probably did not understand, designer furniture, an entire wall of expensive wines.

Serena’s POV The client’s name was Pieter Vandermeer and he was the kind of man who ordered the second most expensive wine on the menu because he thought it made him look considered rather than flashy, talked for forty-five minutes about his family’s shipping empire in Rotterdam before getting to anything resembling business, and laughed at his own jokes with the complete satisfaction of someone who had never once wondered whether other people found them funny. I liked him immediately.

"You've been staring at that screen for three hours without blinking." "The international prosecutor is named Van Houten," I explained, pointing at the photo on my monitor. "He's an inquisitor from the European commercial court. Richard paid him under-the-table bribes through series B ghost accounts between 2018 and 2022. Van Houten doesn't want the truth about the fraud; he wants the seizure of Sigma to cover the financial hole my father left in the Rotterdam banks." Frederick squeezed the crystal glass so hard I thought he was going to shatter it over the mahogany.

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

Here we go I suppose. "I'm not sure what you want to know so, I'll just start at the beginning. I think it will make things easier to explain." He nods giving me a gentle encouraging smile which I return all while I feel my heart pound in my chest from how nervous I am. " I'm not sure if you know much about my family members but there's my dad, Peter who is the Beta of our pack, then there's my older brother Rowan, and lastly my twin sister Blue." I've only just started talking and already he looks pissed. Did something happen while I was unconscious? "I have met both your father and sister. I didn't meet your brother, he left the day after the ball as planned, said he had things that requir