Petra Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Kira said, and I shut her up so we could both pay attention. "She is in an apartment in Rockwood county. It's the only highrise building on Tame street. The number is eighteen." She said, and I could not believe she had just given away Petra's location. I was too excited. "So, what is the next move?" The man asked.

"We can't stop her, Casia. She's more powerful than us." Petal Tala. Her morena skin complexion compliments her natural black hair with eyes of natural brown color. "And besides, can't you feel that this girl is not a threat to us? If you can't, then you're not a witch." Petal added. Cassia can't stop the two of her friend. "Okay fine!" She looks like she's so defeated. Petal shrieks in laughter when she found Cassia's face. "Tsk. Stop it, you witch!" Cassie screamed at her.

MIRA POV “You’re coming with me,” Petra said. Not a question. “I’m not a strategist.” “I know that. You’re also the only person in this building who knows anything real about Destan Cole and isn’t in that room yet. So you’re coming.” She had her tablet under one arm and her Beta face on, the one she put on when she wasn’t Petra my friend anymore but Petra who had a job to do. “You don’t have to say anything. Just be there. If something comes up that you have knowledge on, tell me and I’ll put it in the right direction. Okay?”

Her name was Petra Wynn. She was thirty-eight years old, a mid-rank Silver Fang pack member with a territory assignment in the western grounds management and a daughter named Safi who was five and who had spent the previous afternoon playing a fountain game with the Lycan Queen's youngest child and had come home talking about Lena with the specific, detailed enthusiasm that children reserved for people who had made a genuine impression on them.

All around her were shelves of documents, years of intelligence records, pack politics, void research, and personal histories of everyone who had ever passed through this place. “You can turn around,” I said. She turned around. Petra was thirty years old, slight and dark-haired, with careful eyes that had always made her look like she was reading a page of text even when she was just looking at a person. Right now those eyes were doing something I had not seen in them before. Not fear. Not guilt. Calculation. Still calculating, even now. “How long have you known?” she asked. “The Moon Goddess gave me your name twenty minutes ago.”

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

The woman informed us the tale. I smiled at the thought of how Peter Pan and Gavin were so alike with each other that another part of myself stings. What if the Gavin I knew is not as free-spirited and easy-going as the one I met three years ago? I do not think I can handle that sort of idea. “So who is tinkerbell?” Blair asked “Tinkerbell is Peter Pan’s partner-in-crime and she has the ability to sprinkle pixie dust to other people to make them fly,” the woman replied.

Petra moved closer to her again and as she reached for Crystal again, she recoiled away from them and screamed. “You need to be careful with the cast on her neck and the one on her leg, the doctor has said if you move in a reckless way, you could break your neck again and die. Do you want to die?” They all stopped in their tracks when they heard Kayden’s voice, Petra stepped away from the bed, because she had gotten on top of the bed with the intention to rip her clothes open if she refuses to take them off. All of them turned towards the door Kayden was standing in the doorway; his arms folded tightly across his chest.

I’ve been working for Beta Trevor for three years. Over that time, I’ve created spells and potions to keep his daughter, Gwen, out of trouble and keep his Alpha, Alpha Carter, unaware of what his daughter is really doing. Beta Trevor wants her to be the next Beta and if his Alpha knew what a conniving, manipulative, abusive person she was, he’d either demote her or more likely, he’d banish her from their pack.

When I mentioned the pendant around Elizabeth's neck, Peter's eyes lit up, and he suddenly interrupted me. "Did you just say she has a pendant with an Arctic wolf on it?" "Yes, is there a problem?" "Well, not everyone can quickly recognize an Arctic wolf—" Peter stared into my eyes and responded, "So, are you sure Kayla told you that?" Peter's tone of doubt made me a bit displeased, and my tone became more serious. "Kayla once saw the totem of an Arctic wolf in a book, which is how she could recognize it." "A totem?"