Wade X Peter Novels & Stories

Greta became even more puzzled, and she blurted out, “Why did you listen to his order and drink? You drank so much and almost died! Are you two crazy?!” Spencer felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed to be scolded by Greta in front of his children, so he said resentfully, “Do you think we wanted to drink? Wade’s intention was clear. If we didn’t drink, he would have killed us. What else could we do?!” Greta roared, “How dare he! He’s just a nobody! How dare he be so arrogant to us! Where is he?!” “He left long ago,” Xavion said as he looked depressed, “Wade is very strong. He’s even stronger than Cason too, and he’s the one who kidnapped Homer! What else could we have done?!”

He adds and walks up to me. "Lewis?" He arch his eyebrow. "Peter, this is Tate." Lewis gestured to me as he rested his wrist hanging over my shoulder. Damn these men are tall. I smile at Peter and he adorably smiled back at me. "Tate, this is Peter." Lewis gestured back to Peter as he extended a hand to me. "Hi Tate. I'm Peter Payton." He greeted. "Hi. I'm Tate Kavanaugh." "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles.

“Actually, all three or even four of these guys did good.” “They are solid fighters. Out of our top five, they all have a good chance at winning.” “Who do you think would not be a good gamma?” I asked the guys. “Out of them? Only Peter. He has an attitude problem like Carol.” Wade shrugged. “You might have to put him in his place if he wins.”

I guess it was obvious that that didn’t last long and right now he looked happy to see me married to Ace like he thought it was the perfect match on this earth. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Pete. I thought you would be off in a corner by now, sucking on a dick.” Came Ace’s voice from behind me in a mocking tone as he slid an arm around my waist and pulled my back against his tuxedoed muscled body. I was about to turn and chastise him when Peter surprised me by snapping back with a sly smile. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, I’ll get around to do just that as soon as I congratulated my best friend on her wedding day.” He said and I burst out in surprised fit of giggles. When I looked at up

"Don't touch me." Peter recoiled. His face was wet with tears, even his breath came in short, uneven gasps. "Please," he whispered. Adrian looked at him for a long moment. This was the moment, he knew, where a better person would relent. Would take a breath. Would remember that Peter was twenty-three years old, that he had a future ahead of him, that one badly phrased sentence in a morning newsletter was not a firing offense. But Adrian knew he wasn’t a better person, not today.

“Ready?” “We didn’t really talk about what I missed yesterday,” I tell him. “I sent you my notes,” he says, smiling at me. “Damn, are there any more back home like you, Yorick?” Piper asks. “Wade is only thirteen and Connor found his mate, sorry,” he says. “He’s just carrying her bag,” Zach grumbles, pulling Piper’s off her shoulder and putting it over his. I look at Yorick. He looks at me and gives me the same ‘interesting’ look. I wonder if these two have been spending time together outside of class.

Calvin was using her to declare war on him? If that was the case, then Adriana must really hate Calvin. In that case, so be it! Peter tugged at his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt with one hand. “What can he do if he finds out? I am also a member of the Walker family. He can’t do anything to me!” “What do you mean?” Peter sat down and calmed himself for a moment. “Make an appointment with Karl. That fat we swallowed—we must spit it out.”

Peter chuckled as he raised his hands up “Easy man, I’m leaving “ “Can you just go away? can’t you see that you are going to be killed? “ I repeated at the realization that the man was still lingering around. I didn’t even understand him. Was he even afraid of Adrian? If it was me who a gun was being pointed on that way, I would have already pied on my pants but this guy was a different breed—staring at the face of death without fear. I didn’t even know why I was bothering with him. Clearly, I cared more for his life than he did. “Adrian, you know we are old friends with some complicated history. Please don’t take it too hard on yourself. We are not enemies. “Adrian looked at him emotionless

“Lucas, what are you still acting so proud for? Fiona ditched you at your own wedding for Zac Carter. Everyone in the city is talking about it. You’re already a joke. Don’t tell me you still think you’re somebody.” “If that’s all the nonsense you wanted to say, then we have nothing to talk about.” The pedestrian light had turned green. Lucas turned to leave. Wade took one big step and blocked his way. “I’m not done talking. Where do you think you’re going?” Lucas frowned and seriously considered his options. Should he just kick Wade out of the way? Or should he punch him hard enough to make sure he never came looking for trouble again? Wade looked up at Lucas, who stood a full head taller th

I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar figure. Wade. Recently released. One leg dragged badly. It was the one the loan sharks had broken years ago and never healed right. He was standing in the snow in a thin, worn-out jacket, handing out flyers, bowing slightly to every person who passed. When he saw me step out of the car, he went rigid. The flyers scattered from his hand. He turned and tried to move away on his bad leg. "Wade." He stopped. His whole body shook once. He turned back slowly, his eyes full of fear, shame, and something that looked like the end of a very long road.