Peter X Nico Novels & Stories

Peter assured her. “Thanks, Peter. You're a lifesaver." Dee added before hanging up the receiver. Dee sat and waited for a whole five minutes before she heard Peter knocking on her office door. "Ms. Delaney, it's Peter." "You may enter," Dionnah said. Peter shoved his bald head inside first. His glasses sat crookedly on his elongated face. But don't be fooled by his nerdy look. He was a certified womanizer. He had bedded almost 90% of the female population at Delaney Designs. He had style, dressed in a crisp Prada suit that hugged his lean body nicely. He possessed a little class too, because he never spoke a word about any of his sexual encounters with anyone. If it wasn't for a few of the

he said finally, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. Serena nodded, her throat suddenly tight. He reached into the pocket of his tunic and pulled something small from within. Gently, he unfolded his fingers to reveal a delicate pendant—a silver crescent moon intertwined with a wolf carved from obsidian, suspended from a fine chain. "For you," he said, holding it out. "A Luna's pendant. It’s tradition for the Luna to wear it... but more than that," his voice dropped lower, almost hesitant, "it's a symbol of protection."

" 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 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.

Adriano demanded shutting the door behind him and looking at the man who held out a phone to Adriano with his good left hand. ‘Boss, Marcus is trying to leave. What am I supposed to do?” Xavier asked, removing his ginger hair away from his face. Adriano took in a sharp breath at the information locking his jaw. “ Keep following him.” Adriano ordered hanging up giving phone back to Peter. “ Why would you do that Peter? You know I hate to punish my best man” Adriano shook his head in disappointment as his blue eyes sought out the bandage wrapped around his right hand. “I am sorry, Boss. When she suddenly started to leave, I- I didn’t wan-ted to push her it was just a reflex. I won’t repeat tha

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. "

Hendrick should have known the consequences of his actions, but he chose to sell his pride for money. "Here we are. This is your house, right, Peter?" Peter had been daydreaming since the beginning. He still couldn't believe that his favorite senior would betray the police force. Peter turned his head with a gasp, and replied, "Ah, yes, right." He smiled awkwardly, then unbuckled his seat belt. "Thank you for taking me home, Chief. Detective Noel, I'd like permission to get off first. Again, thank you." Peter opened the door, but before he could get out of the car, Nicholas held him back. "Peter!"

I asked the gathered family. Peter raised a hand. We all looked at him. He dipped his head towards Nik. "Glad to meet you in the flesh, Cavalletta. I'm Peter." He looked at me. "I could do some searching on the NYPD databases. See if there's something else at play here." Nik smiled. "Hi Peter. Call me Nik." Peter looked at me first. I sighed, nodded. "But outside of our facilities, she's Cavalletta." Everyone nodded.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!