Young Peter Pettigrew Novels & Stories

Wait. What did Ryan mean by he was late? Freya did not seem to have not invited him at all. Was that man bewitched? “Miss Lynch, this is…” Peter asked puzzledly. Ryan glanced at him calmly. “Ryan Snow.” Peter was shocked. Throughout the years he had been in the entertainment industry, he usually interacted with people who had unique identities. Although he had never met Ryan before, everybody knew that name. He was the only son of the current prime minister and a politician with a bright future.

He tells him to use it to buy things that too expensive for his grandparents . " Ah young master , your smartphone and your headphone " The butler take the phone and headphone from his bagpack and give the phone to the boy and the headfone on his head . " Wow , isn't these a pair of abandon persons from the family trees ." A man's voice heard from their back that even Adrian look at the man . He knew so much about him . The Shui family leader , the one who made Pete's thrown out from his family . Pete's elder cousin , Arthur Shui . The owner of the Shui company .

With that taken care of, he headed to the cafeteria to find something for Serenity to eat. What he didn’t expect was to run into Valerie and Diana. Taking a deep breath and silently praying to all the saints his mother had taught him about, he walked confidently toward their table. Valerie immediately recognized him. The moment she saw him, she felt as if she had been punched in the chest. He was Peter. The only real difference was his pale skin and light-colored eyes. But his posture, his walk—everything about him screamed Peter. A younger, almost reincarnated version of him.

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

Peter rolled his eyes and said, “The investigation didn’t yield much. All I can say is that the ruthless person he mentioned is probably Fred Yimo, a classic prodigal son. The two younger brothers were likely taken by his father, Ken Yimo. The details are still unclear.” Harry shook his head and laughed, “That’s like saying nothing at all. Show me the pictures!” Peter shook his head with a smile, “No photos. Do I look like the kind of person who takes bed pictures?” Harry feigned disappointment and sighed, “Wow, after all that talk, and there are no photos.” I also pretended to sigh, “Such a letdown.” Peter resignedly said, “Alright, I’ll take some tonight and send them to you.” I was moment

She heard lady Katherine whisper, her voice was very low but due to lady Katherine sitting close to her, she could hear it. "The last one hasn't arrived yet. He is by far the youngest among all the men, and he is a curate; A priest in training." Thomas, who had arrived the day before yesterday, answered. "A young priest?" Lady Katherine appeared astonished. "Weren't you informed- never mind, he's a curate, not a priest yet. I hope Alexandra decides on him." Thomas wishfully said. "But he's late. I don't think King Magnus will-" The disturbance from the door opening halted her words.