Bucky X Peter の小説・ストーリー

"Holy shit." “Happy birthday, Baby.” Bronx gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, then backs away and looks around. Nothing happens to indicate Aphrodite will try to interfere. “Peter says now that you’ve completed your quest to protect the Menae, it won't grow anymore. You can take the book home or you can destroy it. It’s up to you.” “Hold up. Wait. Wait. Wait just a second.” I sit on the edge of a chair that is pulled away from the table and tilt my head at Pan. “You've been calling yourself Peter Payne and no one has ever called you out on that crap?”

Berklee is a quack, not professional at all! Kate was beside Peter, comforting him softly, "Peter, go home with Uncle Mac, leave your father to stay with your mother." Peter's eyes were red from crying, he pouted, grabbed the bed sheet tightly, and shook his head vigorously, "I have to wait for mom to wake up." Daniel reached out to hold Peter, and kissed him on the face, "Don't cry, it will hurt your mother to see it." Peter wiped his tears with his hands, nodded, choked, and sobbed, "Yes, hey, Peter, hey, Peter isn't crying."

Elevena wrapped her arms tightly around him and said, "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you!" Peter was watching them as she ran toward him in an attempt to save him, but she didn't realize that she was also in danger. There is no question that she cared for him. Saying, "Then let's see who will win this war, me or your friend," Peter pulled out a gun from beneath his shirt, grinned as he looked at Elevena, and continued to smile. She was taken aback by it. She had no idea she would find herself in such a situation. She reasoned that if Blacky was able to take care of twenty wolves by himself, then Blacky would have no problem taking care of Peter.

Bianca's breath hitched as she managed to calm Peter down. He wiped the corners of his lips that were bleeding from the fists thrown by Peter when they tried to rebel against the suggestion he had planted in Peter's mind. In front of him now, Peter was sleeping peacefully on the floor of the prison room, no longer looking like the monster he had seen when he first set foot in this room. He stood from where he was, and adjusted his breath so that it was no longer wheezing.

I heard Baxter mutter from under his breath right in front of me, his comment being the one to snap me out of my trace and stare at him, I knew what he meant by handle. “No Baxter you can’t.” I say taking his hand when we went to grasp his oh so favourite weapon from his belt, his head slowly turning down to look at me with his favourite smirk. “Oh Princess, but I can.” He answered in his darkest voice yet as Richard left the room shouting at the employees to take a break down in the lobby and wait for him there, shit was about to hit the fan for whoever told Peter that I was here. “Let me talk to him.” I sigh watching as Peter’s fight with those security guards didn’t let up for a single se

And then I see the others. Professional hockey players. I recognize their faces from games I've watched, interviews I've read. They're just... standing there. What the hell is happening? One of them calls out. "Julian Hayes?" I freeze. "Uh. Yeah?" "Heard you're pretty good. Want to skate with us?" My brain short-circuits. I look back at Bryson, who's standing there with the proudest, most excited smile I've ever seen on his face. "What is this?" I whisper.

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

It wasn’t Jacob. The wolf closed in easily. I stopped the horse, knowing escape was impossible. Better to die with my family than hide in cowardice. Jina and Kate moved to protect me when they saw the wolf. They growled at the beta, and he snarled back before shifting into his human form. “Don’t fight. Come with me—it’s what’s best for all of you,” he warned. “No! Go back to your kingdom!” I yelled. He chuckled. The man was middle-aged with a long scar across his face.

When I reminded him of how I’d managed to take Jacob down and handcuff him while Max lay unconscious and admitted to having been administered an antidote that Peter brought from Africa that would protect me from getting infected, he relaxed and actually agreed that it would strengthen our team to have me play an active role. He’d been gone about fifteen minutes when Peter came home. He looked long in the face and acted very preoccupied. “What’s the matter?” I asked as he came out to the patio with two beers and hand and handed one to me. “Nothing for you to worry about, my love,” he said as he put his bottle of beer to his lips and took a long drink. It was impossible for me not to notice t

The guards bristled at the slight movement, pressing their spears closer to him. Xavier raised a hand, halting their movements. I watch as Peter reveals a coiled snake tattoo, just below his ear. I've seen it a couple of times. I never thought it meant anything. But watching as Alpha Xavier stiffens, a momentary look of hesitation in his eyes, I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong.