Chris X Parker Novels & Stories

The loft is one huge room under the eaves: slanted ceiling, two queen beds separated by a rickety nightstand, and one tiny window that looks out over the moonlit water. He didn’t say much when Mom announced the sleeping arrangements. Just gave me that quiet, dark look he’s had since I hit puberty, jaw clenched, arms folded across his chest like he was holding himself back from something. Chris is thirty-five, six-three, built like a Greek god from hauling hoses and climbing ladders. Firefighter. Single. Brooding. The kind of man little girls draw hearts around in their diaries and big girls ruin their panties over.

I was happy that I finally got to meet him, with a smile on my face I followed his scent till I got to the open field where he was. I stood and watched as he slew other rogues like me with his sword, he fought with vigor and his movement was swift. I moved closer to know who he was, lo and behold, it was the newly coronated alpha of the hallowed manes pack, Chris Parker, my sworn enemy and an enemy to my family, my smile turned into a big frown.

Inside, my anger burned hotter with each passing moment, fueling my determination to bring him down and rescue the innocent captives. I allowed a hint of doubt to creep into my voice, my eyes shimmering with feigned vulnerability. “I... I don’t know what to think anymore,” I said, my voice trembling. “If what you’re saying is true, then everything I believed... everything I felt for Xander... it’s all a lie?” Chris’s face contorted into a sinister grin, relishing in my apparent confusion. “Yes, my dear,” he replied, stepping closer. “I’ve seen through Xander’s deceit. Together, you and I can rise above him and claim the power that rightfully belongs to us.”

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

However, no one spared him a second glance as they were all confident in Mage 001’s skills and turned their attention towards the face of the young Walter that was slowly being uncovered. Chris took a small box from his backpack while everyone’s attention was on the man who was drawing and walked over to Neil’s master who was in a semi-meditative state. He extended the box “A gift from my master to the benefactor of his most favourite disciples’ parents.” Chris knew that saying this was tantamount to exposing his identity, but he didn’t care. He knew the man in front of him was shrewd enough to guess considering his men who had been exposed.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

I growl, staring angrily at their symbol impelled on her crossbow,a simple I've vowed never to forget. "Your f**king clan murdered my dad!" I growl , sliding the arrow outta my stomach before superspeeding away. ****** Location:Red blood pack Drake's POV "Your performance yesterday was great,he was perfectly delayed"I compliment, earning smiles from him. "So what's your name?"I ask, maintaining my ingenuie smile. "Chris my prince,my name is Chris" he responds. "Well Chris,time to die,your needed time is up" I grin.

“Okay—okay! It’s ‘JEREMIAH.’” My thumb paused over the screen. My name? A muscle jumped in my cheek. I typed it in. It opened. “Let me down,” Chris said, voice soft now. “And let me explain.” I shoved away from him, keeping the gun raised. “Talk.” “Fine.” He swallowed. “I was…obsessed with you, alright? I never really got over you. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. But I swear on my life, I’m not the one doing this. I’m not a psychopath. I wouldn’t hurt you or Teyana. I’m not that twisted.”

After running a long distance he stops and bends to control his heartbeat, he closes his eyes to relax himself, running always helps him to calm his mind, he looks around and sees no one was there, the field was empty just like his life, he is all alone in this big world. He sat under a nearby tree and closed his eyes. "You came.... I was waiting for you" he heard and opened his eyes and saw a man in his early fifties standing there, he was wearing a simple Shirt and a khaki pant and was having a sweet smile on his face. Chris got up and went towards him "yes I am here, how are you feeling Xander" he asked "and why are you here today you should have taken rest today, yesterday your conditi