Chris X Parker Novels & Stories

He doesn't know that the man standing before me is not the one I was supposed to be standing with. Blake Parker. Twenty-four year old Co-CEO of The Parker Brothers. A billion dollar company that deals with selling buildings for profit and pressuring people to sell their land and companies to them. He is a lady's man and sure does love his booze. He has never liked me, probably thinks I'm after his brother's money which makes me think that he has a personality disorder considering that he is always against his brother.

The other car door shut close as Chris spoke in a slightly loud tone, his footsteps coming closer. Xander looked as if he was about to snap him into two with the way he suddenly let go and moved his inflamed body toward him, and from the corner of my eyes, I could tell that didn’t stop Chris from coming closer. Chris is human as far as I know. If Xander laid only half of the anger he was carrying on him...I can’t even think about it.

"Are you all right?" He stated, "I'm fine. I simply have to get out of here. I'm sorry, but I must depart." Chris took a right and walked down the aisle, never looking back. * * * * Chris dashed to the car park. As he unlocked his truck, his hands trembled, so he took a deep breath, held it for a second, and then gently exhaled. "Damn it, it was too close," he murmured to himself in the rearview mirror. "What a run of terrible luck! My mate is a member of the White Claw Pack!"

he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. Big brother? Wait, he can’t be? “I’m Xavier, Christopher’s younger brother.” Oh shit.

VICTORIA The paper crackled inside the car, lost in the darkness of the underground parking garage. My heart sped up waiting for the result, not daring to look toward the passenger seat. “The test is... negative. You’re not pregnant, Vicky.” I closed my eyes, trying to control the tears and swallow the knot in my throat, but a rough sob ripped out of me anyway, and I couldn’t stop it. I was exhausted from this fight to give my mate Luca, the Alpha of Creston Pack, an heir.

I step into frame, voice low and rough. “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down… but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole, baby. I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashes a quick thumbs-up from behind the monitor. Good take. Cut. I’m Chris . Yeah, that Chris. The same pathetic loser who got dumped by his girlfriend of three years exactly nine days ago because, and I quote, “I wasn’t going anywhere in life.” She wasn’t wrong. I was delivering pizzas and jerking off to Destiny Mira p**n scenes every night like some sad cliché. And now, less than two weeks later, I’m on a Brazzers set with a raging hard-on, about to fuck the actual

All the feelings of happiness of him being here were quick to fade as he spoke the worst words imaginable to me. "I am Alpha Denver to you and everyone else," He barked, making me flinch a little at his words. "What?!" I shouted, both enraged and shocked by his comment towards me. I stood up from the ground, moving to be face to face with my mate. He's crazy if he thinks I'm below him. I have Alpha blood in me as well; what makes him think I'm someone to be talked down to? I am the twin sister of Timothy Shaw, the daughter of Aaron and Helena Shaw of Dark Moon Pack!

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Charles exclaimed. "Your girlfriend? What does she have to do with anything?" Christopher asked. "Before I dated her, she was Warren Cole's girlfriend. However, since he was so poor, she looked for greener pastures and I gladly took her. Warren was heartbroken when that happened. If he was really the son of Johnathan Parker, don't you think he would have retaliated and get rid of me the moment he found out about it?" Charles said. Even he thought that all the fingers pointed to Warren, but after he explained what happened he thought about how ridiculous that idea was. Warren could never be as powerful as that.

The warriors released him, and he crumpled to the stage. Chris—the one who had held me back—and I rushed forward. I barely noticed the crowd anymore. Some were crying. Others stood in stunned silence, faces full of guilt and regret. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was Xavier. I dropped to my knees beside him. His back was a canvas of pain—deep, red gashes across his spine, shoulders, and sides. Even his face was marked. He wasn’t dead. But his entire body trembled with pain.