Petra X Jesse Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Someone to manage the child on the journey." "Or someone we have not accounted for," Hazel said. Lena had been listening from two steps behind us and she said, quietly, "I know who it is." We all looked at her. She looked at the building. "There was a woman," she said. "In the east side. A few months after I arrived in this city. She used to come to the building, not to see me, I thought she lived there, but I saw her talking to Scott once in the lobby and afterward she looked at me in a way that I filed and did not examine closely enough." She paused. "Her name is Petra. She has worked for Reeve for fifteen years. She manages the things he does not want attached to his name."

Arianna was so pissed about her parents unexpectedly showing up that she barely spared a lingering gaze at Pierce’s naked form while they showered. Pierce was bigger than Jesse. She knew this because Jesse’s spirit animal was a peacock. He would often get out of the shower and eagerly walk around nude in her presence. Most likely trying to attract her attention and spark some lustful desires within her. Arianna would be the first to admit she was tempted a handful of times, but she knew she would be opening Pandora’s Box. Everyone who knew the pair was quick to ship them, including Jesse’s grandfather. The Vanderbilts had it stuck in their heads that Arianna would be Mrs. Vanderbilt one day,

“Now, what looks good?” On the other side of town, Petra stood in her bedroom, triumphantly grinning at the test results in her hand. Right there in black and white, was her proof that Ethan was father to all four pups. She was going to show him as soon as he got home, and she couldn’t wait to see the look on Jane’s face when she realized she’d been beat. A knock sounded at the door, and Petra carefully folded the document back into its envelope and placed it in her desk drawer before going to answer it. She couldn’t be more surprised when she found Eve waiting on the other side, looking very somber indeed.

The code that matched nothing in any Hunter database I could access. Routing error. That was what Damon called it. I remembered his tired face the last time I saw him. The quiet gaps in his conversation. The way I chose not to look too closely. I opened my mouth to ask the next question. Petra picked up the pruning shears and went back to cutting yarrow. The message was clear. The line had been reached. She had already decided how much truth I was getting today. Not cruel, Not careless but Measured and Precise.