Vegas Pete Novel English Translation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rhys looked up and growled low. "Where did you get this? How is this possible?" Rhys' wolf was circling, irate, ready to attack. James looked in the rear view mirror when he heard the growl and saw the ferocious look on Rhys' face. The one they called Jószef was wide eyed and looked like he wanted to jump out of the car, moving or not. James was having a difficult time understanding what Guillame was saying. His accent was thick, maybe french? He wasn't sure.

"It's almost midnight. Let's stop eating. I'll send you off before you transform. That way, I don't have to see your true form and get heartbroken. Where are you staying? "What's the matter? I was just joking. "Is that not funny? Or do you think I'm funny? Did I amuse you?" Pete's eyes suddenly turned red. He stood up, and I could only follow him out. Pete was very quiet in the car. I tried to lighten the mood, but it was no use. He was acting completely different from when we arrived. I was also reflecting on whether I had failed to consider his feelings and truly upset him. Maybe I should not have come.

Third Person POV “I’m taking her.” The words slithered into the night like a death sentence. Pedro stilled, his hands curling into fists at his sides. A slow, menacing breath passed through his lips, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. Then, he laughed. A low, dark chuckle that sent chills slithering down Aelia’s spine. “Sei più stupido di quanto ricordassi, Cassius.” (You’re even more foolish than I remember, Cassius.)

Petra closed her eyes as though she were listening to something. Her lips parted slightly, her face half-tilted toward the bear outside the window. She held the pose for about five seconds. Then, she opened her eyes and spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper but left no room for doubt. "It won't hurt anyone." She sounded like a fortune teller giving a reading. The back seat erupted. "What did I say? Petra can hear its thoughts!" "Let's go, let's go. What are we waiting for?"

As the sun rises, Alexander wakes up alone. And as he rose up, food was ready and cold. He knew she was gone. “How much longer, old man?” “Patience, little lass. We still have a day to travel.” “My name’s Uneece.” “And I am Winbert.” “Don’t you have questions about the valuables I gave you?” “I met a lot of strange creatures, and you are among them.” “Hey!” She took offense at his words and grumbled.

I mumbled as I looked into his eyes and they showed no glimmer of remorse, they were as cold as ever with no flicker of emotion in them. It soon became clear, as clear as day, the reason Enzo De-Luca is referred to as the devil himself, there’s no mistake, Enzo is not human. “You don’t have to be scared, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He whispered, finally letting go of my hand and I couldn’t believe it. Did……. Did he just say I have nothing to be afraid of? My head pounded, my blood rushed and I felt as if there was a bell in my head, ringing incessantly and making it difficult for me to comprehend what he’d just said.

Pete's mind, unclouded by complexities, clung to Andrea's words with a child's pure hope. He was told he would see his father upon their arrival in Vegas City, and this promise filled him with eager anticipation. Andrea, with a gentle grace, stooped to match Pete's small stature and softly tousled his hair, her voice imbued with tenderness, "You will see him when he gets back from work," she assured. At these words, Pete's face became a beacon of joy, his eyes shining with the light of excitement. The mansion's staff, ever attentive, promptly emerged to transport the luggage inside, their actions smooth and practiced.

While walking towards their ‘chief parent’s hut, I seized the time to thank them. According to them, they saw Jack and me being chased by armed men since yesterday. They lost track of us for a while and when they decided to find us, they found out that the armed men were already near our trail. They quickly noticed we needed help so they followed us until we reached the road. "Nana understands city language. But you have to speak slowly so she can understand you," said Bon, the only one who could speak my language among the young men who saved Jack and me.

I swept my eyes across the others and took the glass from the tray and sipped my drink. “We’re mates,” Pete blurted, his anxious eyes fixed on Evangeline and her cheeks heated up. Breathing hard, he repeated, “She and I are mates.” I choked on my drink, coughing as his words registered. My brows raised in shock as my eyes sought my father’s. They trained steely on me with a frown pinching his brows. He inhaled a large, dismal breath and nodded in confirmation. My perturbed eyes shifted back to Pete whose ogling hadn’t left his proud prize. Was this real, or was this his mother’s manipulation?

Jared said softening his voice playing a game of cat and mouse with Petey. Petey was so stupid. He walked right into the handshake and had a face full of holy water. And when that didn’t do anything, Jared grabbed his arm and flipped it over. There was a lock burnt into his skin. “You piece of shit. Who are you?” Jared yelled. Petey just cackled. “It sure took you long enough mate. Not too bright for a human.” Came the cheesiest Irish accent Jared had ever heard.