Piper Pjo Novels & Stories

My gaze landed on Sofia’s chest. Pinned to her dress was an ancient bronze brooch shaped like a double-headed serpent. In the eyes of the snake sat two incredibly rare blood diamonds. That wasn't just jewelry. That was the Sigil of the Papa—the supreme token left to me by my father, the previous "Pope" of the Mafia. I kept it locked in a hidden safe. Noticing my stare, Sofia gasped theatrically, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Yes! Hindi pa nga kita lubusang kilala, Mr. Del Fuero but I know so well that you are the type of an idiot that would choose pride and your silly principles over your friends! That was the real you and I don't need years just to know how heartless you are!" That made him growled more and tightened his hold at my arm as he had pulled me more closer to him, causing me to hiss out in pain as his grip became more painful to bear. His dark eyes were now pricking needles down to my own while his jaw with some visible stubbles on it kept twitching like it was experiencing spasm. "I have hired you to be my P.I., Ms. Javier at hindi para pakilaman ang buhay ko! At mas lalong hindi kita binabayaran t

I discovered they are both second year and Brandon is studying English while Piper accounting. "Have you done your work ? School's assignment ?" Brandon asks as Piper sighs. It seems she forgot. "Hold on. I'll call Jamie." "Jamie ?" I ask and watch Piper pull out her phone and dial a number. "An asshole who does her homework because he wants to take Piper on a date but she's too hung up on delinquent boys." Brandon explains. " Jamie." Piper drawls his name in a really sexy tone. Her phone's on loudspeaker. I feel sorry for this Jamie boy.

Piper lifted herself to a sitting position, and due to the long slit of the dress, her full thighs were exposed, but Ezrah’s attention was on the phone in his hand. “Do me a favor and don’t answer my calls again.” His voice had lost its warmth. Piper faked remorse. “I’m sorry. I thought it was urgent.” Ezrah finally held her gaze as he spoke roughly, “Nothing about Zora is ever urgent.”

It was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age to still have her bedroom littered with her teenage self! Piper stood looking in the mirror - her hair was still a deep auburn that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and her skin was still as pale as the day she was born. In her eyes, she had always looked unremarkable, but people always commented on how beautiful she was. At a size 16 and 5ft, 9 Piper was what you would politely call curvaceous - at least that's what she had been told by her lovers in the past. Well if you could count only 2 men as lovers. She had even been likened to a younger Christina Hendricks on more than one occasion. If only!

*** SEFAN'S CLAN *** *** SHOOTING RANGE *** Piper loaded her gun with additional rounds and reapplied her ear protection before aiming it at the target. She is not very good at shooting guns because she has never given the activity her full attention; instead, she prefers using arrows and swords. However, recently, she has become interested in becoming an expert marksman. She started pulling the trigger. 'Head...Neck...Chest..' She took off the ear protection and got a little bit closer to confirm what she had said.

“Let it be brief. There’s still work to be done before we assign her properly.” “Thank you.” I called the girl over. She approached timidly, her arms folded around herself. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Piper,” she answered. “Oh, Piper. How old are you?” “I’m ten.” Goddess… she’s so young. “What about your parents?” “They’re dead.” Her words were quiet, and my chest tightened. She was practically an orphan, just like me. I could see myself in her. I pressed my lips together and nodded.

I was sure that he’d want his own place if he ended up staying here long term. Piper took it upon herself to tell him about the pack, at least what she’d experienced so far, and how much fun training was. She even flexed her muscles, as if two days of training were enough to build them up. “Wow,” Jory said as he felt them. “Nice!” Piper grinned proudly, happy with his reaction. Then she proceeded to tell him that she wanted to be a warrior when she got older. He ruffled her hair and said that she’d make a great one.

Every so often, Piper cracked a joke to keep the mood light, and I swatted her arm when she got too carried away. But of course, she couldn’t resist circling back. “You know your stepbrother totally looks like trouble in a varsity jacket.” I groaned. “Piper.” “What? I’m just observing!” Her grin was wicked. “The hair, the shoulders, the whole brooding vibe. Classic trouble.” “He’s not...” I cut myself off, snapping my pen shut. “Can we please stay on the project?” She raised her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. But deep down, you know I’m right, chico.”

She looks to the blond, then back to me a few times then a sinister smile crosses her face. "Do you think he is attractive?" She asks the blond, and her face turns red. "Yes, ma'am, but he is not my type," Joceline just laughs at her response. "I want you to feel his chest and arms rub over his body." The blond looks shocked. She starts to shake her head no at Joceline. Then Joceline reaches back and slaps her across the face. "You will do as you are told to. Do you understand me, Piper?" So the blond's name is Piper. She is holding her face as she responds, "Yes, Priestess," and she makes her way to the side of the bed and starts to run her hands over my body. I see the look of pain on her