Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

I knew how hard it would have been for Al to acknowledge our issues in our realm. Al gave him a slight nod, and then he smiled. He knew how proud my mate could be and wanted to keep the harmony within us. "So, Storm... I can see your mate, and you are going strong..." Uncle Pete said, and I nodded, "But I have the feeling you will need to have me kick someone's ass...." He smirked, and I laughed. Uncle Pete was a brilliant guy. Perceptive as fuck. He was a good warrior but a better businessman. He hasn't found his mate, and despite living that lonely life, he has kept his cheerful ways. He is one of the most wealthy and influential businessmen in our realm.

He sat. Elena watched him. His eyes glowed with truth. She did not think he was the mole. Gabriel nodded and turned to the next person. Mrs Moreno. She spoke of her husband, quiet words of love and sadness. The guests whispered. The air grew heavy. Then it was Mr Vega’s turn. He remained standing at the back. Gabriel pointed at him. “Mr Vega. We would like to hear from you.” Vega’s face turned pale. He eyed the pistol on the table, then the locked doors. He swallowed. He walked down the aisle. His steps were slow. He carried only his rose.

Pete hurried to his seat, his eyes fixed on his fingers as he nervously fidgeted with them. "I watch reruns of your performances on Drag Tuesdays," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, shyness radiating from him. "You're even more amazing in real life." Lady Legasus's warm smile put him at ease. "Thank you, dearie. And what's your name?" Pete's shoulders slumped, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's Pete...I mean, Peter Pound." He seemed to shrink into himself, his discomfort with his name evident.

However, she had had so many incidents involving men and boys, that she was convinced that Tim was the best she was going to get, so she settled. She heard a sound like a wind chime. She looked up to see the petals from a rose bush falling into the swimming pool. Petals were slowly falling off from the bush, journeying their way and dropping gently on the pool. She frowned. Was she seeing things again, or were they really glowing? Grace stood up and slowly walked towards the bush. Sure enough, each time a petal landed on the surface of the water, it made a sound like a spoon on glass – resonating through the garden. “I must be dreaming,” she whispered to herself and smiled. She reached out t

She was in the background, lips pressed into a thin line and her expression rigid. "That'll do." I pocketed the phone, satisfied. The moment Petra was out of the car, she opened the live stream on her phone and aimed the camera at the bear across the open terrain. "Can you guys see it? This is the one. This Greyridge bear just told me telepathically that it's starving. I'm going to save it now." She had been running her account, 'Petra and the Animals', for two years. It had 8,000 followers.

“Is my fan club staying upstairs in the Inn?” As he started stocking the refrigerator under the bar, Pete shook his head. “Nah. Said him and his mates are staying up on the glacier at a hunting cabin. Some big game kill of a lifetime thing or something.” As last night’s events came back to him, Pete looked at the stack of papers on the counter. “Hold on…he gave me a card to give you. Said you’d know exactly why he was here.” Looking through the bills, Pete clicked his tongue. “There it is. Mitchell Riley, Jr. Fantasy Creature Sport Association.”

Pete said as I walked with him to my car, a black Rolls Royce Phantom. "What about it? Jacob Stone agreed to the deal last night for us to partner and also to join hands in software development," I said, but Pete nodded. "I understand, sir," Pete said, a 30-year-old man. "So what happened?" I asked him, seeing that he had something more to say. Just then, I saw Eva Brooks rushing out of the hotel. She didn't take a look at me in the driveway. She ran out speedily like she was under fire, but I couldn't stop staring at her until she was gone.

CLYDE “Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his pre

No one gave a second thought to Petrie's van being at casino's, banks, and other businesses at odd hours. Jake ran into him as he came in pushing a large case on a dolly. Petrie's chubby face broke into a smile. "I hear you have a job for me?" "I do," Jake walked with him onto the elevator with Petrie, who barely reached his shoulder. He was heavy bodied and spoke with a thick Bronx accent. He had been a boxer up North for several years, how he'd ended up here in Vegas no one but him knew. When the door closed Jake spoke again. "I need about a million dollars in fake $100 bills."

We finally reach the exit when I look over at Pete. "Where is your friend meeting us?" He looks out the glass door and points to a clean, brand new, black Tahoe with heavily tinted windows sitting right outside of the door. How did he manage to get a spot so close to the door without someone honking to move him along? We push through the doors and step out into the sun. Both the driver's side door and the passenger side door of the Tahoe open and two massive men stepped out from each door. The first one to grab Pete and hug him tightly was at least six feet tall. He had brown hair cut into short spikes on top of his head, a nose and lip piercing, and a nicely chiseled body. His eyes meet min