Peter X Nico Novels & Stories

Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

“This cannot be real.” We both moved closer toward him. Peter, who had noticed us, greeted us joyfully with all his fingers covered with melting ice cream. For a moment, I was overtaken by irritation along with another feeling, fear. “Peter,” I called, almost screaming. “What the hell are you doing?” He answered with a grin. “ I’m trying to have some ice cream, it is my food for the day.” Nick did not even bother looking at Peter as he glanced around the place instead. “Where’s Betsy?” He asked.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

His face was unreadable, carved from stone. But then he exhaled slowly, a sound so human, so full of regret, it cut deeper than any words. "I know," Alexandro said quietly. "If I could have taken another path, I would have." His hand shifted slightly, brushing against mine. Not grabbing. Not claiming. Just… there. A silent offering. "But sometimes," he continued, his voice rough, "power leaves no room for mercy. And still... if it cost me your trust, it cost me something greater than I can ever reclaim."

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "

Peter asked coldly, breaking the silence without a hint of courtesy. Renee cleared her throat softly, struggling to keep her elegant façade intact. "I... I heard what happened to Nick. I came to see how he's doing. After all, he's my husband Anthony's friend... and Bastian's too." "Get out," Peter said flatly. "Excuse me?" Renee lifted her chin, feigning offense. "I came here out of genuine concern—" Before she could finish, Peter strode forward. He grabbed Renee by the arm with brutal force, showing absolutely no regard for her social status.

he said, bowing slightly. “Who are you, and what is it?” Nicholas asked. “I’m Peter Smith. I’m a cab driver,” he said quickly. “I bring news about your sister, Stephanie Salvador.” My attention snapped to him instantly, every nerve in my body going rigid. “Speak,” Alex commanded.

Peter thanked him profusely, his smile tinged with relief. "Sir, I want Dominic dead," Peter pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "He's made my life a living hell, forcing me to clean his toilets, treating me like a slave." "Please, sir, kill him." "I'll do anything." Victor smiled, a cold, calculating glint in his eye. "Of course, Peter." He paused, his gaze returning to the girl. "Who is this lovely creature?" he asked. Peter's eyes lowered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He had a sort of Spanish accent. “Peter! There you are. I was wondering if you ditched me,” Anne exclaimed. Peter was dressed in a beach shirt and cream colored shorts. He had white snickers on and on his shoulder was his camera hanging with the help of its straps. His hair was short and curly as they stood above his head. “I would never abandon you, my dear amour. So these are the couples, yes?” he asked instead. “Indeed Peter. Do what you do best,” Anne gave him her consent.

Maybe they should never have met. Peter is at the peak of his career as a newcomer singer whom teenagers, especially women, much favour. Peter is handsome, but if at this time I was still single, Peter would not be my lover. In my eyes, he is like a duplicate of Justin Bieber. “How’s that rich Valentino? Did he spoil you? I heard he just bought a property in Hawaii.”