Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

Whatever the reason, Pete was placed on the payroll. From what Roy could tell him, Pete came from the north. His people were trappers. He couldn’t understand why the young pup preferred sheep herding over trapping, but, since it was Mike’s place to make the decisions on who to hire for his team, he kept his nose out of it. “Do you think he’s got people around that he keeps in touch with?” “Ya mean that could’ve gone out with him and grabbed the girl for a night out? Some trappers ridin’ through, maybe?”

Just then, the door opened. Pete stepped into the room. He walked past the nurse without saying much, heading straight toward Petra’s bed. He was holding a small paper bag in his hand, and his expression carried an unusual brightness. The moment Petra saw him, the soft warmth on her face faded. Her expression hardened almost instantly. “Dear, you’re awake,” Pete said gently as he approached the bed. His smile looked genuine, almost relieved. Petra said nothing. She simply turned her head away and stared at the opposite wall.

Groans of pain escape his cracked lips, echoing deliciously throughout the dimly lit room. Torturing people isn't exactly my favorite part of the job. I prefer to shoot and keep it moving, but the Russians tried to take what is mine and they will pay. One at a fucking time until the entire clan is dead. Until they are wiped out of Nevada. Leo slumps back in his chair, lighting up a cigar. His countenance is cold and indifferent as usual. "Diego, let's just kill the miserable bastard. If we haven't broken him by now, it's not going to happen," he mutters.

Instead of retreating like a normal person with survival instincts, Valeria went for a theatrical exit, reaching out and trailing her fingers along my cheek. “I hope you’re enjoying my hospitality,” she purred, because of course, she had to be insufferable until the very last second. I recoiled so fast you’d think she had leprosy. Pedro saw it. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw clenched, a small, silent promise of consequences. “Leave,” he said. Just one word, cool and final. Valeria smirked, lingering just long enough to make sure she was being insufferable at maximum capacity. “So protective,” she murmured, then finally—finally…left. I can’t believe I was glad to see Pedro. For the

Park stated straightforwardly without the slightest hesitation. The room instantly fell silent. “Ethan and I will most likely be having a double wedding soon.” Complete shock spread across every media representative’s face as all eyes immediately landed on the infamous and highly influential executive assistant of CEO Ethan DelValle—Mr. Pete Santana. Pete, who was widely known for his cold professionalism and intimidating presence, remained quietly seated beside Park while enduring the overwhelming attention directed toward him. “That will be all,” Lucas announced before standing from his seat. “Thank you, everyone, for coming today.”

He could merely squeal and squeak at the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. “What… What’s actually happened here? Pete…? You were… were… were Sumico’s future husband in the past. So, you’re immensely upset and unhappy seeing Sumico’s happiness at this moment, so you plan to do some harm and danger to Mr. Virando as Sumico’s present husband. Don’t you?” murmured Mrs. Yulia with her widely gawking eyes and mouth. “I was merely… merely… merely… helping Wenny, Mrs. Yulia…” stuttered Pete Jupiter. He didn’t have any other better choices besides speaking up the truth.

And that was why she was the first person Mikayla turned to in a time like this. “What is this pet deal about? Is this some sort of a kink? Have you slept together? Do you know anything about his background? How can you make sure that he didn’t lie to you? Oh, and how did he willing to be a pet? Have you asked his reasoning?” Her celebrity friend asked her several questions with the speed of light, and Mikayla was slowly figuring out which question to answer first. It had been days that she lived with Davey like this, and she still couldn’t get used to the concept. She didn’t know his intention, and we just went with the flow somehow.

"I expected you to ask about Yasmine, or your job, or maybe even Silas. I never expected you'd start with that Steele guy." Pete had always been lazy and indifferent, often showing a hint of sarcasm when interacting with people. But now, as he spoke seriously, his demeanor was different. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were filled with hostility. They lacked the usual amusement he had shown before. It was as if he were looking at a corpse. But I wasn't afraid of him. Perhaps it was because we had grown up together. I knew he wet the bed as a child, ate his boogers, and even played with hardened bubble gum he pulled from his mouth and soaked in the toilet.

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

the guy who looked like Pete responded why did they keep saying wolves? were there any wolves around? or did these people keep wolves as pets? she felt like she hadn't seen the last of these strange people. "does she have some kind of memory loss? Calvin asked Dante, the guy who looked like her brother Pete "I think so" Dante answered. "she doesn't recognize anyone and she calls me Pete" "those jerks!" Calvin yelled "how bad did they hurt my mate?" Calvin turned to her "don't worry my love, let's go in, so I'll put you to sleep and while you're asleep, I'll call the salutary wolves to attend to you " he said