Peter Watts Books Novels & Stories

02 Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion. "Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy." Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.

"That’s your defense? The great Peter Ambrose, the smartest mind of our generation, couldn't calculate a path that didn't involve destroying my family?" "I didn't destroy her," Peter said, his voice tightening, the first real crack appearing in his composure. "I kept her alive, Jeremy. You don't know what Vance was planning. You don't know the files they intercepted. They had copies of her class schedules. They had the routes she took to her server accounts. If I hadn't implemented the security protocols—"

Peter’s mother said, her eyes begging Peter to listen but she knew just how stubborn her son was. Peter said nothing, he just stared at her blankly. “Your father had th-this book, I…it’s a-about witchcraft and some spells. The funny thing about the book is that it comes and it goes, I have never understood the cycle. “Last week, it was nowhere to be found and today, I saw it on the shelf, right where your father used to keep it.” Peter’s mother said, intriguing her curious son even more. “Why, mom?” Peter asked, his hazel light gray eyes peering intently at his mom as though they could reach the very depth of her soul. Sometimes, the scared his mom a little but she would just immediately sha

Judging from Peter's condition, besides his appearance was yet to fully heal, not only could he move, but he could also battle with other cultivators. That could only mean that Peter consumed some sort of precious medicines or rare treasures. The person that could provide him that would naturally be the one that gave Peter the Killer Waves and Earthquakes Mine. When Jessica heard Peter's name, her face immediately turned gloomy. After all, she heard from Caspian before that Peter was the one who plotted against him at Mirefield Gate. If Caspian were unfortunate, he might have died. Thus, how could Jessica respect such a person? Then, Jessica quietly took note of Peter's appearance, and she t

It's coz of something else. "Ok. Be safe, big bro." Peter said with a small smile. "Hmmm," Phoenix nodded. He walked to the table and waved at them before light covered him and he vanished. Now that he was gone, Peter's smile vanished. He turned to face his little sis. "I'm gonna read you something very intriguing." He sat beside her on the bed and took out a red book written in a strange language. Seeing the book, she immediately sat up. "You're not gonna read me that, are you?" she asked with a shaky voice.

“That’s why you are here. Things just got a little bit more complicated.” “Fuck me, how is that possible?” I ask. yeah I have definitely lost all filter tonight. “Welcome to the club.” Says Peter. “We are getting t-shirts. This time we are blaming Lionidis and his entire bloodline” he says cryptically, throwing his arm around his bets shoulder. We all go back inside, and they lead me into the library where it seems they have been working for a while, there are empty cups, coffee pots, plates, stacks of papers and books littered around. But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before.

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

She doesn't like Myra as well but she can't misbehave with a new employee otherwise, Peter would kick her out. "Wait for my instructions," Peter warned her and went to his chamber. The first thing, he decided to do is to dial Austin's number. After a few rings, he picked up the call. "Yeah, Peter," He answered rudely. He was taking a sip of his hot coffee and staring at the screen of a laptop, figures are drawn in form of a graph and he was studying them too. He used to do multiple tasks at once. "Hey, buddy, good morning," Peter greeted him while moving his chair to sit.

Peter had gotten them their invites. As they closed in on Peter, they saw who he had been talking animatedly with from a distance. It was none other than Erik Wilson the author. Erik was an average human with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes. He wore a transparent pair of glasses, a pair of dark blue jeans and white fitted long sleeve shirt. "Peter!" Tiffany called, showing up in his eyes. "Tiffany! Stephanie! Glad you guys could make it. I was just telling Mr Erik here about us Tiffany," Peter said, hugging both ladies.

“So… I’m not the bad guy here.” Soloman looked firmly at Peter, “See, those easy type of women you like, I could easily ignore.” “Hey, I tell you when they come dressing down for you, and naked with those breasts dropping… one can’t help but get hard.” Peter was drooling as he talked about it. “And BAM just shove it in and it’s a cracking night!” “Eww. Gross.” Peter grinned. “Got to taste them all, man.” “No thanks. I don’t want to catch anything.”