Deja Vu Parker Novels & Stories

Even after a long moment, Archer can't stop thinking about what he discovered with the DelValle brothers. He stared at Park and Pete who are casually talking, with no trace of intimacy except for their tender look for each other. "Parkie looked like a hitman but he is as soft as cotton candy when it comes to Pete" Belle whispered to Archer when she caught him staring at the two men. Hearing what Belle said, Park glared at her but the woman just scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. She was never intimidated by Park.

It’s still impressive that I still got it. “Yes,” I lied with a smile. “That’s detective Pega for you.” “Yes indeed. Too bad I will have to go to another institute” I clicked my tongue. “I won’t say I’m disappointed. Are you sure I can’t schedule you with one of our doctors?” She asked. “Alright?” I resigned, “You can schedule me with the best doctor here,” I smiled at her. “Perfect. Dr. Parker is the senior here and he happens to be Miss Parker’s father so I think you will be in safe hands. Would the day after tomorrow at three work for you?”

The officer only gave a small grimace in response to Jessica's plea because even if the woman was kneeling at his feet, he still would not be able to reveal the history of Nicole's death any further because it was not in his authority. "So actually Ms. Parker had a psychic disorder four years ago. She was then handled by a psychologist from the state counseling bureau. At least that's the information we managed to get. So if you want to know more about Nicole Parker's death history, you should go to the state counseling bureau and meet the psychologist who treated Nicole Parker, because that psychologist has the authority to reveal Nicole Parker's personal details."

I switched on the TV, tuned it to CNN News, and my eyes widened in shock at what I witnessed. The news anchor reads, "MR. GEORGE WATSON'S DRIVER, PARKER, WAS FOUND DEAD AT LONDON DOCKLAND HOSPITAL THIS AFTERNOON." "What!" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs; I clenched my fist together as my heart skipped for a while, "Parker, how?" I asked myself, my voice low and menacing, "No... No... it can't be; I need to make a call right now." I unlocked my phone with my Face ID; when I scrolled up, I saw 5 missed calls, all from an international number.

Tomorrow morning they would go to the address that Lucas provided. Venice beach, LA. Alexander stared at his private investigator, Gregory Hampton with surprise. "Serenity Parker's in LA? Did she arrive with that assistant of hers who sticks to her 24/7?" asked Alexander, his face mirroring the displeasure he was feeling. "Who sir? Carla Smithills?" Asked a perplexed Gregory. "No, that f*cking Logan Rush. Who else? Is he with her?" He asked irritatedly. "No, sir. Miss Parker arrived with her brother Liam Parker at 12:30 in the night. They're staying at their Beverly Hills hotel," informed Gregory.

asked Parker with a faint look on his face, seeming a bit excited. "None of your business!" Vera seemed to not deny and coldly said: "If you just came here to say these useless words, then you can leave!" "Hey! Don't be so heartless, darling Vera!" Parker had a lecherous smile and then forced himself to Vera: "I'm just concerned about you. After all, that riff-raff, Lenn, has already awakened his talent - the Wolverine and has already become a primary warrior. I'm afraid you'll have messed up!"

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.

“Please, God, tell me that if this thing with Mina falls apart, you and I can go to Vegas and be incredibly unprofessional together for a weekend.” Rebecca rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’m in.” Parker wasn’t her type at all, his artistic side dominating too much of his personality. Why he was concerned about what his once stripper wife planned to do in the way of getting a degree and joining the workforce was beyond her. He’d been a bit of a wild child, having far more than his share of fun in life until a few years back, when he’d sobered up and pulled himself together. The result of said sobering was losing his first wife Cindy, an artist who wanted to just go where the wind blew. Cindy ha

Tori asked quietly. Jolene turned and saw the other woman. There was no anger towards her. Tori looked ashamed and guilty. For the first time since Jolene had met her, she seemed uncertain of herself. “I … we…” her lip quivered, and tears spilled out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry. We never even suspected. If we had known…” Jolene left the comfort of her mother’s arms and hugged the older woman. “It’s okay.” “Parker left the department. Even after he was cleared to return to work.” Tori cried as she told Jolene everything. “He didn’t want to be associated with that department after that. He’s a deputy now.”