Deja Vu Parker Novels & Stories

“What the fuck do you mean by that? I swear…” “Not interested in her at all are you brother? I knew you were full of shit. But I mean I’m with her because I ran into her.” I forced my shoulders to relax. They weren’t together. Not like my jealous ass had first thought anyway. Me, jealous? It was a new feeling for me. “Is she ok? Where are you?” I was already moving towards the door. But his next words made me freeze. “No she’s not Ruin, she a fucking mess.” He paused for a moment and I felt his next words like a punch to the gut. “Parker’s missing. It looks like someone took him.”

It’s just that… this new story was a lot harder to believe. However, the more she stared at Andrea’s face, the more she grew pissed at the fact that she couldn’t remember where she first saw this face. She was so sure that it wasn’t on the posters or the magazines. In the end, Parker gave up on thinking. She would just remember it out of nowhere soon. “Hm, I must have drunk a lot of water just now. I might have to go use the little girl’s room for now.” Parker realized that she needed to recompose her to better gauge this woman. She got up from her seat and walked toward the restroom.

Mitch pushed back from his desk, raised his arms over his head, and stretched. "No, no, I'm not embarrassed by him. He wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so I made the deal with the Denver people, but he always handled the money when it was delivered." "And his name?" Mitch asked. "I call him Parker because that was his name when we met but-" Her gaze searched the room, as if wondering if she'd already said too much. "Oh, what the hell. His real name is Albert Morrow. He's a former FBI agent on the lam, but you probably already know that, too, don't you?" Her eyes shot daggers at Joe sitting adjacent to her.

Kera POV I walk down the street to get to my house and see a group of guys standing there, laughing really loud. This makes me very paranoid. I walk faster and get to my house. "What's got you in a hurry?" A deep voice asks startling me. I look over at Parker's house to find him sitting on the railing smoking a joint. He looks so good. "Don't want the pizza to get cold." I say forcing a small laugh. He just hums and takes another drag from the joint. "You wanna join me?" I ask out of the blue and almost facepalm myself. He smirks and takes one long drag before throwing the remaining bit on the ground and stepping on it.

Lottie’s POV It’s Parker. Parker is here. I am so happy. Happy that he is safe, but even more so, that he is alive. I thought he was dead, or at least that is what Richard led me to believe. But it is short-lived. “Get inside before they see you,” mom shouts at him. I kneeled to check on Diesel. At least Parker is awake and safe. Parker and the stranger run inside. I see Maddox following them. But then he appeared at my side. I guess he figured I might need some help with Diesel.

But do I actually care? ​The Jeep keys jingle toward me and silence my train of thought. “Axel motherfucking Parker,” Everest almost sounds friendly, “we have a deal.”

“Sa course ko, pare, alam mong normal pumasok nang walang tulog.” Tumatawa akong tumango-tango bago muling nagtanong. “Naisip ko lang kasi. Nag-Google ako tungkol sa déjà vu. Sabi kasi ni Savannah, déjà vu raw talaga ‘yong nangyari sa akin noong gabi sa bar na nagkita kami.” Tumango siya bago ipinatong ang paa sa isa pang upuan. “Oh, normal lang naman ‘yon, ah?”

“It’s where the elderly can hear the laughter of children and see them play. The adults can forget about their daily troubles and get some fresh air. Going to a park is a ritual for many people who want to take some stress out of their lives. “And here you are… trying to burn a park that’s been built with the sweat and blood of those who collected all kinds of jasmine species from around the world. Just what kind of a wicked heart must you two have for you to be sitting here, drinking wine as you wait to watch the flames that could have risen from the park had I not been there?” Gabe picked up the emptied wine glass. “Do you have something against the park? Or the new owner of the park, Adri

Just me. Alone again, like always. It burns like acid behind my ribs. I force myself to step forward, ignoring the tremor in my legs. “We need that flower. I don’t care what funhouse psychology this cave thinks it’s playing.” Parker doesn’t move. His hands are shaking now. “Parker,” I growl. “Don’t you dare freeze on me.” His jaw works. His lips part—but he says nothing. Eva. He’s still thinking about her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore that lady! Cherish her! I have since she was a youthful young lady. Don’t you set out come around here retching presumptions, debasing what you’ll never get it! You’re a stage to her, a few chance to see how the other side lives. She merits way better and so offer assistance me God, I’ll do my damnedest to keep her absent from you! Get off my property, some time recently I call the police and have you arrested!” Parker spit, inspired by his enthusiastic appear of feeling, but distant from hindered. He might be from the other side of the tracks, but he’d begun on the same side as Isadora and he wasn’t going in reverse. Sticks and stones. His thumb d