Chris X Parker Novels & Stories

"I'll give you more money, Dan. State your price. I'll give you anything, just find Maya. Please." Dan Crowdy, a man in his mid-fifties but dressed in Jean trousers and a T-shirt which had an "I love NYC" inscription on it, paired with sneakers he looked more youthful and it was evident that he had aged well. He blinked, gaping at Xavier in surprise, the man in front of him had gone from raging volcanic anger to soft helpless pleas in just some seconds. He knew just how much his services were and how wealthy the Salvadors were. The price was not the problem, the problem was it seemed like Xavier's fiancée had disappeared into thin air.

This might be my only chance to be free of this place, so with that thought in mind, I nod my head. He takes a sharp breath, but then his brow furrows. He starts sniffing the air around me and his eyes widen in alarm, “Are you a member of this pack?” He asks me, there’s a wobble in this voice that I can’t understand. Out the corner of my eye, I see Chris whip his head in our direction. He’s hurt but he seems to be the superior one in the fight. I look back at Delta Xander and shake my head. Delta Xander’s dark blue eyes start to glow, and it makes me shrink back further, my heart still beating so fast it’s making my chest ache. He takes a slow breath, and his eyes return to normal, but I sud

Kayson asked, “Who is the one that injured Parker? He seemed to be targeting Parker on purpose.” He wouldn’t have fallen unconscious if his tendons were severed. However, if his organs were damaged and his energy was depleted, he might not be able to wake up anymore. Parker said, “That man called himself Sam McConell. He’s from Cloudia Paragon, and although he’s young, he’s already a peak-stage energy fighter.” ‘Cloudia Paragon?’ Kayson was stunned. Cloudia Paragon hadn’t made any move after he killed Master Oclave.

“My poor Xena…” Shane walked back in after a phone call, his expression tense. “Chris said he’s catching a flight tonight. He told you not to panic. He’ll handle it.” Chris Xander, the eldest son, had been abroad for years pursuing his studies. He rarely involved himself in family affairs. But the moment he saw the news online, he immediately booked the earliest flight home. Hearing that the scandal had even pulled Chris back into the mess, Mr. Xander’s anger boiled over.