Peter X Miguel Novels & Stories

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. "

Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up. Something that felt like dread wrapped in curiosity. "Elena Hart." A man's voice. Deep. Accented. Familiar. "Miguel Fuentes," he said. "Sergei's banker. From Panama." "How did you get this number?" "Sergei gave it to me. Before he died. He said you would call." "I didn't call." "No." A pause. "But I'm calling you. There's something you need to see. Something Sergei left behind."

Her son, though, was more important to her than her revenge plans. "Why are you still awake? It's already past 9 PM, " Miguel asked over the phone. "I can't sleep," she honestly told him, with a deep sigh. She was already in bed, but she really couldn't relax her mind. "I think something's going on with Peter." "Did something happen?" "Well, he escaped from his guards earlier. When he got home, he started acting weird. He locked himself in his room and he's still not talking to me."

Roberto gestured to one of his men hovering in the doorway. "Go with her. Help her carry whatever she needs." As Elena and the man disappeared down a hallway, Roberto walked over and knelt in front of Miguel. His face was weathered, with a thin scar running along his jaw, but his eyes were kind – sad, but kind. "Miguel," he said gently, "I know this is confusing for you. But your uncle Xavier is not who you think he is." Miguel clutched Mr. Growls tighter. "He lets me watch cartoons," he insisted. "And he buys me presents on my birthday."

He clasped my hand with his large, warm one, and I couldn't help the tingles starting to form in my stomach "Lala," he noted. "Miguel Dela Fuente. You can call me Miguel," he proudly added, giving me a handshake. I could tell he's Hispanic. The way he spoke and pronounced his name with that accent sounded Latino to me. His facial features and tanned skin looked incredibly attractive. At first sight, I could absolutely tell by his appearance that he wasn't white. "Where 'you from? If it's not weird to know," I asked and fidgeted my fingers.

Carlos said that “ I have every right to bother you when you are following unidentified people. Do you even know this guy? He could be a freak or something.” “Who are you calling unidentified people?” Peter heard that and took out his driver's license from his pocket and handed it to Carlos, “Now big boy, my bio data is on the driver's license and I am not an unidentified person now or do you want more?” Peter extended his hand to say h*llo to Carlos. "I am neither a freak nor a random person. I am a rock star trying to make a name out of myself in this big world." Carlos ignored his hand and Peter pulled it back. Peter ruffled his hand in his hair to hide the embarr*ssment.

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

Felix: "You're such a pain, Peter! Who are you to boss me around? Wait until I'm finished with my business! Is what you said true? Are you sure you don't like her? Fine, I'll set her up with Dr. Galang." Peter's phone rang again, indicating a new message from Felix. He read it and prepared to respond. Peter: "Yes, Young Master. I hope you understand that I don't interfere with your personal life. But don't make her wait too long. We already have an appointment with Dr. Galang. Young Master, I don't have a crush." Peter's response to Felix's message was firm. He was well aware of his boss's character and didn't take his words lightly.

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

He hands me the knife, “I, Isla Miller, formerly of Cedar Falls, pledge my allegiance and loyalty to Alpha Zac and the Clear Creek Pack”. I slice my palm the same, our blood swirling in the cup before I send it back like a shot. I feel the tether of the pack snap into place. The pack claps, and I make my way back to my seat smiling out at all these folks. I hope they don't see me as secondhand pack trash, I don’t want to let them down.