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.

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.”

“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

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

There truly wasn't anything to do, and if Doreen commanded their arrest for sinful acts they did commit, what choice does he have apart from watching noiselessly? Tony's presence in the Empire was plain… Perplexing. Amid his three grandkids, he's the most worthless, but he's here to claim the seat of a manager in the most prestigious entertainment industry across multiple continents? A response was yet to be received from either Charlie or a simple reaction from Doreen when Pearl walked elegantly to Tony. Her red bottom heels placed both in the same height range. “Get out of my sight you fuck-” The remnants of his words shall forever be unknown as Pearl abruptly punched him outrageously hard

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.