Chris X Parker Novels & Stories

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

“Kid? This is Chris of Moonstone Pack.” “So what?” “So, he’s the most famous and youngest werewolf billionaire in the world.” Frank looked the man up and down. “You’re with Coke, right? Considering how much they spend on NASCAR, I wonder if your bosses would like to know you’re pissing off one of the most famous drivers out there.” “Well, I see,” George said as he looked around. The entire pit crew was looking at him. “I’m sure I didn’t mean anything.” “I’m sure you didn’t either,” Chris said.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Xenon sat up, watched Chris for a bit, and asked icily with a sneer, "Who are you, may I ask?" Chris extended his hand for a handshake and smiled an exceptionally charming smile, "Chris, Chris Butler. A p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you, Mr. Xenon Uba. I'm new to City X, your territory. Hope you welcome new guests." Xenon shook his hand and replied with a smile, "Ha, Mr. Chris Butler. What an honor to finally meet you in person. You've surely brought some disturbance to Las Vegas. I was starting to get worried."

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

said Merry, turning her face to look for her clothes. "I'll wait outside," Chris said. Chris handed Merry's blouse and panties into her hands. He then straightened his pants, then got out of the car. He then lit a cigarette and leaned against the side of the car while exhaling the smoke into the open air. His face from the side looked very handsome, like a painting. If only Chris were born a rich man. Maybe he could do something to help the poor, desperate woman in the car. But fate said otherwise. So, he could only do what he could to support her.

His head was shaved bald, and he reeked of weed and alcohol. "Do what you want, mate. But I'm not telling you shit." He scoffed, his voice holding a thick Aussie accent. I made a tsking sound as I shook my head and leaned back in my chair. "Listen, and listen, good, Chris. Can I call you Chris?" I asked as I stood up and leaned down, my nose almost touching his, as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

Chris snorted on the other end of the phone and said " I don't need any other pack's support. My pack is the strongest and largest among all the packs and I am perfectly capable of handling it." Archer ignored his arrogant rants and said " As you are already on your way, you can as well come soon. I will be waiting." Chris finally agreed and said he will be there. "That arrogant fucker, if I had no use for him I would have never sucked up to him," thought Archer.