Tony X Peter Novels & Stories

Peter replied with a smile, though his face was streaked with tears. "Is something wrong?" Serenity asked, concerned. "Uh, no! Nothing," he said quickly, wiping at his tears. "Doesn't look like nothing… Do you want to talk?" "Not really… To be honest, I don't even know who you are," Peter said, eyeing her with confusion. "Well… I'm Serenity Bartz, daughter of your best friend, Marcus Bartz—and now, wife of Alden Palmer. Your son…" Serenity explained as clearly as she could.

"That's not confirmed, but it looks a bit strange for him to be staying in a witch city known for not giving a damn about the Council, doesn't it?" I frowned at that. It could be a ploy, but it didn't feel likely. "Where is Tony?" I asked. "In Black Moon, playing watcher to someone being treated there. I'm waiting on some more information to trickle through, but I don't think I have to tell you that something had to have happened, yeah?" Tony had never liked Peter. To be fair, Peter had never liked Tony either. They were vastly older than me, but I remember the way they used to act around each other.

Peter took his seat behind his desk while Owen took a seat opposite Peter. "That must have been a wild night, Owen. Tell me all that has happened." Peter requested. "I will do that, Mr. Quinton; but before I share last night's events with you, I need to know something; and you are the only person that can answer my question." Owen replied calmly. "That sounds serious, Owen. What is your question?" Peter asked. "Mr. Quinton, is Jim Yates and the underground mafia working for you?" Owen asked directly. In Owen's mind, he knew Peter would want him to be direct when asking Peter questions. Therefore, Owen did not hesitate to ask about Jim to Peter, point blank directly.

"Why ever would I be angry at you? I bring you into my home. Buy you a new wardrobe, protect your interests, alienate myself from the Council to do it, and on top of everything I tell you that I want you to be my woman and you go off and screw this human." Paul looked smug. I stared at Tony. "You're not mad about the crucifix? You're not mad about me crashing last night's initiation? You're pissed because you think I'm ... having sex with Paul?" "Get this straight." Tony's finger pointed mere inches from my face. "I'm not pissed!" Tony turned on his heels. He was dressed in his usual black, .and as usual he looked absolutely delicious! Even pissed. "Let's go!" Tony growled. "It's a long dri

Peter had a look of sudden realization on his face and quickly tried to make amends, "Mr. Zane, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you by treating you to lunch later. Consider it my apology." Although Peter was apologizing to Xander, his creepy gaze never left Abigail. He continued, "Mr. Zane, I really thought you were the kind who didn't touch women. But now that I know you're not tired of playing with her yet, I'll wait a bit longer." "Mr. Ruddy, apologize to her right now!" Xander twirled the golf club in his slender fingers, his half-smile still masking his true emotions. Peter was taken aback at first, but then laughed and said, "Mr. Zane, we're partners. And she's just your plaything..."

Yeah, I asked him to take care of things but I think Mr Fransisco indeed deserved that. It felt good to know that nobody saw him at that time. If it came out that Nick — Nicholas Taylor is not a human but a werewolf, I know the media is going to use it as a piece of spicy news. They are going to spread the news like a fire in a forest and it will surely harm my Nick. I do not want that, so I asked him to promise me that he will never do something like that again. If it is under his pack, the people — actually the werewolves around him will surely help but he should not do such things among humans.

He admitted,tapping the recorder. "I do need something from you. But as a good business man,I have something to give in return." Paschal grinned. "of course you want something." "And of course you love to rat people out." Anthony replied,feeling the blade on the man's throat. "Where is Mateo?"He dropped the bombshell. Paschal's face whitened. "Don't make me ask again." "that is one thing is I can't give out. Ask for something else." Anthony turned off his oxygen tank. Paschal's eyes widened in horror.

Peter thanked him profusely, his smile tinged with relief. "Sir, I want Dominic dead," Peter pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "He's made my life a living hell, forcing me to clean his toilets, treating me like a slave." "Please, sir, kill him." "I'll do anything." Victor smiled, a cold, calculating glint in his eye. "Of course, Peter." He paused, his gaze returning to the girl. "Who is this lovely creature?" he asked. Peter's eyes lowered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

Xander took his phone out of his pocket and furrowed his brows. I also looked at the screen and took a deep breath. “Let them rest here, Peter,” I instructed Peter. “Do…. Do you want them to stay here?” Peter asked me, and I nodded in response. “I need to take this call.” Xander whispered to me, and I gave him a curt nod. He kissed my temple and slowly released me from his embrace. “Yes, Peter. A simple rogue attack didn’t feel simple at all.” I said to Peter in a low and serious tone.