Peter X Miguel Novels & Stories

I don’t care if we have to break down this door but I must get in. I take Gianna’s hand in my own and two of the men comes to stand in front of us, the other two stay behind us. Guns in hand. “Who is this? Name and rank?” Miguel speaks into the intercom. “Pete, solider, son of-“ “Well Pete, son of who I don’t give a fuck, I am Miguel, New York’s third captain. As a captain I rank higher than you, so I am ordering you to open this fucking door before I punish both you and your employer for the fuck of it”

Peter mumbled, trading places with her. He gripped the edges of the podium and looked out into the sea of faces in front of him. From where I’m sitting, his face almost looked a little green, and I felt sorry that he had to speak publicly on such short notice. He cleared his throat. “My name is Peter, and I’m a Specialist with the United States. I did a lot of work in the early days, trying to keep the disease contained. When that failed, I began to take in survivors and tried to fortify a safe haven for them, much like you’ve got here. Unfortunately, things didn’t end well, and I and a small group of survivors were forced out onto the streets with very few supplies and no real hope to keep

“I hope you’re asking about me and not some other lover I’m going to have to battle with for the right to bed my fair lady.” “Really, Peter,” I scolded while Megan rolled with laughter. He raised a brow and then kissed my neck. “Just asking.” I put a cup in front of him as he sat at the table next to Megan and playfully squeezed her hand. I was extremely curious as to why she had to bring him home instead of him taking a cab, but I also didn’t want to change our topic of conversation. Peter spent a decade with the natives in Africa. I had no doubt he could prove useful in figuring out what was going on with the dead bodies come alive with spiders in their heads. I decided to broach the to

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

Later that day, in a private high-rise office, Leandro Cruz sipped espresso while reviewing documents with Joaquín Cruz. They were discussing board strategies when Leandro’s assistant stepped in. “Sir. You have an unexpected visitor.” “Name?” Leandro asked without looking up. The assistant hesitated. “Miguel Ricardo.” Leandro raised a brow. “Let him in.” Moments later, Miguel entered—sharp suit, tense jaw, fire in his eyes. Leandro smiled lazily. “Didn’t expect you to come in person.” Miguel didn’t sit. “I’ll make this quick. Stay away from Ximena. Whatever game you’re playing—end it now.”

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

Placing a wet kiss on my lips, Kira walked away, concentrating on fighting off the punching bag. The sight of every part of her body moving rhythmically to each limb she lifts. Had something's in me churn In pleasure. Making a move towards her, loud footsteps raced down the gym. All of my intentions flew out the door when my eyes met with Miguel's. “There is an important call for you, Xander!” Miguel announced winded.

His face was hidden behind his hat and his height towered above everyone. No one had to see him yet, his voice was commanding enough. Calm like the river yet rough like a soldier who had conquered the harshness of waves and tides. “And who are you?” Larissa’s mum asked him. Larissa got up and squinted at the stranger. She didn’t know him. He looked like someone who wasn't from here. She tried harder and waited to hear his voice again. “Miguel Sebastian of New York. Now, I am looking for a bride and you are looking for a groom so would you marry us, right now at your altar? Or should I get my bride from somewhere else?”

I wanted to scold him, but I held back, not wanting to wake my child. “Small world. I didn’t even know you and Miggy had a child.” “Did he tell you?” I asked, catching Miguel’s uncomfortable expression when I met his gaze. “He didn’t. His personal assistant did,” Don Ernesto replied. “Who?” “Sebastian Sentones. He’s your friend, right?” I scoffed. “He’s not my friend, sir.” “But they used to flirt,” Miguel interjected. My jaw clenched at his words. If we weren’t in a morgue right now, I might have slapped him.

Xander It was midnight when I called Dante to learn some information… it'd been two weeks and everyone wanted to go back. But what Dante told me really shocked me. "So you tracked down Peter? What the fuck?! " He told me that Peter was in San Francisco, and he sent some men to go over there to keep an eye on him. He wanted to see if George and Michelle were still alive. But then he told me another thing which made my jaw drop. "So he never had any diagnosis? He lied the whole time?! "