Peter Van Houten Novels & Stories

the girl, Maxine, said. Catching her breath, Maxine peered closer at his face. Now that Vincent is standing closer than before, she felt danger. From what she can remember, Peter has small face, pointed nose and heart-shape lips. But Peter height is only about 154 centimeter. However, the guy standing in front of her is 182 centimeter. Beside, he has sharper eyes than the Peter she knows and he has small mole near his lips which Peter does not have. Maxine’s eyes widened, it cannot shut. Her hands covered her mouth as she gasped.

His gaze is firmly locked on her cleavage as Heather leans towards him, and is not paying attention to the information he is sharing. "Of course, I have all the records! I am even smarter than you could imagine and I would never let someone pull one over on me. And if they tried I would destroy them. That is what a man does," Peter boasts and brags and does not notice that he has spilled wine on himself.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

After an hour in flight the information I had asked for comes through on all of Sandra's friends but one who seems to late to the party. " Ok let's see who we're dealing with shall we" I link the file to the tv and start to give my men a quick briefing "Gorden Clover age twenty-six has a criminal history of assault currently on probation. Hannah Sandoval age twenty student at Hillside community college studying to be a teacher" I hear a few chuckles and comments about if they had a teacher like her but ignore them and continue "Sarah Hall age twenty-two there is nothing else I b her other then her picture and our last guest seems to be a no show but the name on the V.I.P list gave us her nam

Why wouldn’t I when I was the one who ended her life, stopping the bitch from spilling my secret to Leo. I didn’t know how. But Piper had managed to find out Vogar and I were a thing. According to her, one of Vogar’s men was closer to her. How she got that information from him was still a mystery. She refused to tell me. Rather, she had the nerves to threaten me. She told me to tell Leo the truth about what Vogar had requested from me. This was after I had confined in her. I told her the whole truth, even my sex with Vogar after she confronted me about our relationship.

Something that would take away the emotion twisting at my throat even if I lacked faith, I could always hope. "Petrina Memorial? Isn't that an awfully close place to be right now?" I knew it. He would disappoint. Just like he disappointed Laura. I clenched my first in regret and decided to end the call but just then and there, he said something. "I hope you aren't lying though. It wouldn't fun to sue another woman." Did he give in? It didn't register within me. He was a terrible person. Why would he out the blues choose to help?

he takes a sip and puts the cup back before he passes us his attention. "Ms Hudgens complained against you, Miss Dawson. She says you have a wrong relationship with Mr Fransisco and Mr Taylor — one of the most dedicated and respected professors here." He got the energy to speak after a sip of coffee. He continues, " We couldn't have Mr Fransisco for now. He's on the way. What would you say, Miss Dawson?"

“ How could I forget the story that I have practiced a million times? “ I asked sarcastically. He halted and turned to me. He gave me a deadly look to tell me that he was not joking. He gripped my arm but put a smile on his face so as not to raise any alarm. “ This is not a joke, Brianna. This is the Don of Venice and Rome and he hates me. Act like a queen and stick to the story. “ He said. I ripped my arm from his grasp and smiled. “ Do not worry about anything. I will not embarrass you. “ I said, a little hurt that he thought I was an embarrassment. “ That was not what–you know what? Just think whatever you want. “ He said and continued leading me away. When we got to the man, I was shocke

I can see a tall bulkier gentleman standing up the front with a singlet top and loose shorts, which is what most of the guys around here are wearing. All of them are huge, with enormous mussels and toned legs. Some of the younger ones are off to the back, roughing each other up, while the older ones are standing around chatting. A few of them notice Zander walking towards whom I assume is Richie, and others start eyeing me, some with curious looks, and a few of them have their wolves peeking through, which I would only assume because I still scent like Liverpool.

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the