Rose And Peter Night Agent Novels & Stories

I wasn't supposed to get flustered by a High Alpha’s late-night growls. Meanwhile, in a high-rise den across the city, Dustin was jolted out of a deep sleep by the rhythmic vibration of his phone. He groaned, squinting at the caller ID before answering. “Peter, it is three in the morning. Unless the Northbridge territory is being invaded by silver-bullets, hang up.” “Let me ask you something,” Peter’s voice came through, gravelly and frustrated. “Why do females simply stop acknowledging links? I know she’s seeing them. Her scent was all over the digital interface an hour ago.”

I still have nightmares of the ass-kicking I recieved that day. "No, dude forreal. This isn't a prank. I just want to see something." I said. He cocked his eyebrow at me and shrugged. I put my hand up to his face for him to sniff it. Once he did, his eyes grew wide. He grabbed my hand and pulled it closer. "What.... whats that amazing smell?" He asked. I see his eyes swirling with black, letting me know that Jax, his wolf, was trying to come out.

Even on the day that his ancestry was exposed and he fell from the skies, she would have enough strength and ability to protect his dignity. Peter rolled his eyes. “Just go do some yoga!” “Peter, give me a laptop. I need to work.” Peter jumped up in fury. “Can you stop for a second?” Rose pouted. “No.” Peter, “...” “Why?” There was a spirited look in Rose’s eyes that was full of hope and passion. “It’s all for a beautiful, unexpected encounter…” To fulfill that beautiful encounter of hers, Peter could only but try his best. He used the best skincare products to nourish and care for Rose’s skin every day.

The stupid little future I was about to walk into like I didn’t have blood on my hands and enemies in every shadow. Peter knocked softly on the door. “Boss?” “Come in.” He stepped inside and immediately noticed the roses and the bottle of red wine on the table. He paused, clearly surprised. “You’re… going out?” “Yes.” Peter blinked. “With flowers?” I didn’t answer him directly. I picked up my coat from the back of the chair and slipped it on. “I have something to do first.” He hesitated, then said jokingly, “Did something good happen today? You look… different.”

Baxter asked after he too had looked around and clocked the man stood right in front of us, where I sighed watching Peter shake his head at the man. “I’m here for Rose.” He stated once again not backing down with his stance that I should leave Baxter and run into his open arms, where with all that’s happened today alone, I could see Baxter didn’t have the patience to deal with this man. “Are you deaf or something, Rose told you before that she doesn’t want to know you anymore, she’s with the boss so fuck off!” Burns, who stood beside us and was at the company when Peter showed up before announced, I think all the guys have had enough of Peter.

He stops in front of me, holding onto both of my hands, even if I try to push away, he won't budge. ''I'm sorry, I really am. I will explain everything, just come to this address tonight because I'll be there, waiting for you—trust me. Be there, Rose. I'll be waiting,'' He says, caressing the side of my face before running down the other direction as he looks around; as if checking our surroundings. I look down at the piece of paper he has given me, realising that it's an apartment address. Trust. The one thing that we've lost.

“I left him a lovely trail of confusing clues. Fake leads. Dead coordinates. Misdirected phone calls. A port signal in Boston. A warehouse ping in Delaware. An unregistered boat in Maine. He’ll be chasing shadows for days.” Every word made me go colder. “And since I have nothing but time,” Peter finished, “I’m enjoying the show.” My voice shook. “What do you want, Peter?” He clasped his hands behind his back. “It’s simple, Ostara. I want Möller Industries. I want Zenith. I want Harvest Bloom. All of it. Once it’s mine, I’ll be happy to hand you two back to Anthony. I’m not cruel.” Natalie let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

"The Alpha would be visiting. He's to have dinner with us tonight." Silence filled the four walls of the greenhouse. We were all too spooked to speak and even more so to pretend we were even looking forward to it. The hours pass quickly with the other consorts having their experiments rated. Even Katya asked for her tea to be rated and with my help it was commendable worthy. And by the time Plimoth ordered us to discard of the remaining Wolfsbane petals we have, I sneakily hide one in my pocket. You never know when I’m going to need it.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"Ooo oo.. . what is happening to you? I will take good care of you when you are alive." And again laughing like monsters. Rose pushed his body and ran away and he continuously laughing loudly. Rose ran so fast that she forgot everything and did not know anything. She just ran fast and looked back to see whether he followed her or not. After a while, when Rose was about to cross the gate and get out of the town. He came back abruptly and Rose just saw him in front of her. He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious.