Pietro Wanda Novels & Stories

Pete Jupiter Huangwira was seen pulling Sumico away from Virando’s reach. “My Sumico… Don’t be with him anymore please… He’s a disgusting beast… He’s a dreadfully terrifying monster… He’ll certainly hurt you when he gets angry and can’t control his anger and furiousness…” quipped Pete Jupiter Huangwira, while staring cynically and tauntingly at Virando.

“Yes, Ma’am. Tattoos and all that. Really scary guy. Got four scarier dudes with him and a SUV convoy outside.” Barrister Siena frowned. “Did he say his name?” “Travanto Pero… Petra…” “Petrovich. Travanto Petrovich,” she finished for him. Marco was puzzled. “You know him?” “Oh yes, I do, Marco. Let him in. And you better pray to God he didn’t hear you just call him a thug,” she said, smiling.

I said, and Rheniera looked at me, shaking her head in question. “Alessandro, are you going to be able to…?” “I have no other choice right now. I am going to do this for her, for my pack, and for the family that I have lost as I tried to build it.” I said, and just as Rheniera was about to respond, I frowned as I caught their scent. Daniella and Leonardo, standing behind me. Rheniera let out a low growl, and I turned around to see my beta, if I could still call him that, clapping his hands as he smirked.

He didn't care which, he knew he would love them regardless as he laved his tongue over her tight peaks. Pietro froze, his expression turning neutral as he realised where his thoughts were going, and that his body was starting to react to Cassia as a woman as opposed to one his best friend's children. It was his job to protect the Vârcolac, not lust after them. That was why he'd gone to Europe in the first place, to protect them! He uttered a curse and turned away from her, staring unseeingly out of the window.

Pietra, with her closeness to my family and her parents' friendship with the Walker family, knows very well the world we live in. Mahjub: It would be your dream, wouldn't it? My death and you could demand control of my country. Pietra is an outgoing Italian with a wonderful sense of humor, at least until something happened that made her somewhat more withdrawn and thinking the world would end the next day. She needs a daily conquest. Pietra: It would be wonderful in a way, and terrible in another. I don't see myself covered from head to toe. But tell me, what do you need from me? I'm at the airport waiting for my flight home, and guess who I see?

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

“Have you been to the Eastern Province? You’ll be a liability to them” “Those men were once considered elites during their military service. You’ll just slow them down” she said irritatingly. Amanda just bit her lip to fight back her tears and started scratching her hand. “Pietro, I think I need one ‘Pietro bomb’ here” she asked Simon. “How did you know everyone else? And why do they call you ‘Pietro’?” she asked Simon confusedly. “Only in passing, sister” he chuckled lightly while giving Amanda a cup of coffee.

In the far corner, hunched over a sleek black laptop, was Pietro—my tech specialist. The twitchy genius was already typing furiously, fingers flying across the keyboard. I walked past my men without looking at them, the towel slung low on my hips. The air thickened with tension. Franco shifted slightly under my stare. "Pietro," I barked. The tech jumped, nearly knocking over his coffee cup. He scrambled up, clutching the laptop to his chest, his wide brown eyes flicking nervously toward me. He was pathetic but useful. I jerked my chin once. "Come."

The next day I could speak and move better and so I wasted no time at all in resuming my duties as Don from the room I was, Luca still handled the parts that involved moving, bargaining and meetings. "We still have to find out who's doing all this-" "I already did that." Pietro interrupts me. "Who is it?" "It's a long story that I'll have to analyze-" "Analyze after you tell me the name!" I growl. "Maria Da Costa." He spills. "You've got to be shitting me. Are you crazy?" I glower at him. "No, listen to Pietro this time. I thought he was insane I even hit him for persisting-" One of my uncles tried to persuade me.

He growls, "Andrea belongs here with me." "Why? Because you two are mates?" Christophe laughs, despite the warning snarls from every boy at the table. He doesn't seem to notice, he stands and walks away from the table. He goes to the cabinet in the corner of the dining room and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "You do realise she's human. Not some werewolf girl who can turn and be with you and run into the night?" He laughs, taking a swing of the bottle. "Enough Christophe," I say, tugging Will's arm. Christophe's sparkling eyes look into mine. He must've guessed about Will and me.