Peter X Tony Novels & Stories

Those that wouldn’t listen to me seemed cowed by him instead. Tony was no exception and lowered his head slightly at Uncle Peter’s implied accusation. “Tony,” Aunt Kathy said, pressing with her motherly tone. Tony’s parents weren’t around anymore, they had both passed in a tragic accident a few years before, but Uncle Peter and Aunt Kathy seemed to make for good stand-ins, encouraging his submission with only a few disapproving words. “Alright, that was a lie,” Tony said. “I’m sorry, truly. I don’t… I didn’t realize she did those things.”

"Why ever would I be angry at you? I bring you into my home. Buy you a new wardrobe, protect your interests, alienate myself from the Council to do it, and on top of everything I tell you that I want you to be my woman and you go off and screw this human." Paul looked smug. I stared at Tony. "You're not mad about the crucifix? You're not mad about me crashing last night's initiation? You're pissed because you think I'm ... having sex with Paul?" "Get this straight." Tony's finger pointed mere inches from my face. "I'm not pissed!" Tony turned on his heels. He was dressed in his usual black, .and as usual he looked absolutely delicious! Even pissed. "Let's go!" Tony growled. "It's a long dri

Peter replied with a smile, though his face was streaked with tears. "Is something wrong?" Serenity asked, concerned. "Uh, no! Nothing," he said quickly, wiping at his tears. "Doesn't look like nothing… Do you want to talk?" "Not really… To be honest, I don't even know who you are," Peter said, eyeing her with confusion. "Well… I'm Serenity Bartz, daughter of your best friend, Marcus Bartz—and now, wife of Alden Palmer. Your son…" Serenity explained as clearly as she could.

"You don't know?" Why is he repeating my words? "W-Well— "Leon why are you—Peter?" West suddenly came up from behind the man he called Leon. Shock's evident on his face as he saw Peter standing in front of his room. He immediately walked towards the two. "So he's the Peter you're talking about," Leon blurted out. Peter's eyebrows met as he fell in confusion at what he heard. "He said he's not your friend though." Leon's kind of similar to Peter when he talks—monotone and cold. The difference is that Leon's screaming confidence, opposite to Peter.

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

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

He took extra precautions, it was obvious that neither Peter nor Leonardo trusted each other completely. Then, Leonardo was only in contact with his friend and lawyer Jeremy Baxton, at the time that he rebelled against Peter, at least that was what Peter saw Leonardo's actions as. Leonardo had no idea that there was more to Peter, he was actually part of secret group that literally controlled the affairs of America and he was one of the only people that had ever come face to face with Peter Reagan.

Tony—skinny, gold chain fake as hell, tracksuit committing fashion crimes—produced a bottle of ouzo like a magician and slopped four tall pours without permission. “How’s your mate doing?” he asked, not looking. Con slid a glass to Peter and Stephen and kept one. “Dean’s still a wreck. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Prue…” Tony pointed a loaded fork, salad and steak wobbling. “That’s the power of the pussy, my friend. The power of the pussy.” Cutlery clinked too loud. Peter’s stare could’ve salted meat. “No wonder you don’t have a missus—with remarks like that.”

Peter was completely confused. He blinked his big eyes and stared at him. “Sir, what do you mean? I... don’t understand at all.” "You really wasted that big foreign brain of yours!" Xavier suddenly sat up and looked at Peter strangely. "Don’t you want me to be strong and healthy, without a single problem?" "Of course I do!" "Then if you help me with a small favor, I’ll instantly be bouncing off the walls. Are you willing to help?!"