Deja Vu Parker Novels & Stories

The man winked and Molly giggled with her hand against her lips before she took back her photo and passed a little paper that had what I assumed to be her number in it and signalled 'call me' to the dude. He was quite handsome and I wouldn't blame the ladies for flirting back with him. It was my turn and he arched both his brows, waiting for me to place my passport on the table, which I did after I snapped out of my trance. "Your name is Jade-" he hesitated, scanning through the passport and waiting for me to complete his sentence. "Parker." I replied, tapping my fingers on my laps as my gaze wandered around the place. "You're traveling to?" "Manchester." I answered sharply, hating the fact

said Ivy. Meanwhile, in the Parker residence's study, Jensen and Patricia Parker are seated facing the laptop set up by Jim. Per Ivy's instructions over their earpieces, Victoria was able to make the connection and the Parkers were online. Jensen and Patricia saw a suave looking man on the screen seated facing them with a pair of shades on. He was well dressed with a three piece suit, his hair in a clean and neat side parting. Seated next to him was a beautiful lady in a purple dress, supposedly his girlfriend. Standing behind him were supposedly his henchmen, all three of them in business suits.

THIS IS AN EXTRA CHAPTER WHERE WE WILL DISCUSS THE CHARACTERS WE HAVE SEEN IN THIS TILL NOW. THIS CHAPTER IS JUST TO CLEAR THE CONCEPTS OF OUR CHARACTERS. SO HERE WE GO, JAMIMA PARKER (Main Female Character) Name: Jamima Surname: Parker Age: 23 Species: Unknown Height : 5'3 Relation status: In relation with Jamima Character: Stubborn, kind, polite, pretty, loyal, childish, sometimes idiotic, naive, strong, ambitious, daring.

Some things will never change. I round the corner toward the executive assistant workstations—and stop short. Because she’s there. Parker Simon. Brown curly hair twisted up messily, a pen between her teeth, reading something on her tablet like it’s a puzzle she needs to solve with her whole soul. Jenna was Gavin’s last EA, and don’t get me wrong, she was sharp as hell. But Parker? Parker makes the air around her feel brighter. Lighter. Like someone opened a window in this too-polished building and let in the sun.

[Third-Person POV] Jordan woke up in the hospital with the IV needle still stuck in the back of his hand. The moment his memory came back, he shot upright and ripped the needle out. His eyes were bloodshot as he screamed, "Where is she? Where is Olivia?" His special assistant, Dominic Reed, and his lawyer, Leonard Hayes, walked in, both wearing grave expressions. Dominic said in a low voice, "Mrs. Parker's body is in the hospital morgue. The police have ruled it a suicide. A family member needs to sign to claim the body."

“Why do you have two phones, Ava? Who calls you on this one? The one you keep hidden? The one you probably had in your hand when you ran away from me at the diner?” He tapped the screen. It lit up. A notification popped up. Call ended: Nico. “Nico.” Parker said the name slowly, tasting it, hating it instantly. “That’s him, isn’t it? The man at the hospital. The man watching us. The one who gave you the money. The one who buys you dresses and bracelets and phones.” He threw the phones back onto the table. He ran both hands through his hair, pacing the small space, breathing hard.

The female officer handed me a cup of warm water, her tone gentle. I nodded and accepted the cup. My fingertips were still trembling slightly. "Alright. I'll explain everything clearly." Half an hour later, I sat in the interrogation room facing Officer Daniels, the detective in charge of the case, and recounted everything in detail. From Chloe's initial boundary violations and harassing messages, to her bringing her three brothers into my car to sabotage my business deal, to the kidnapping, the beating after they discovered I had called the police, and their attempt to force me into a relationship with her.

The question hung in the air. "I... I don't know," I said slowly. "But considering everything that's happened, the timing of it all..." "You recently divorced Dashiell Hart," Detective Park said, consulting her notes. "And he's currently involved with a woman named Sabrina Blake?" "Yes." The detectives exchanged a look.

My chest burned as I recognized her shape, her movements, even in the grainy footage “Estella,” I whispered, my chest burning with a mix of rage and panic. Tom leaned in closer, his face pale. “That car… it’s not standard security. Could it be—” “Don’t guess,” I snapped, already turning to storm out. I didn’t hear the door open behind me until Chief Parker’s voice rang out, calm and infuriatingly collected. “Mr. De Luca, what’s going on here?” I spun on him, fists clenched. He had that same goddamn tone he used in custody—placating, almost apologetic. But I wasn’t buying it. Not then, not now. I don’t trust this man one bit.

[ Writer's POV ] Leo entered the room where Parker was being tied up, and he was unconscious. "Why is he unconscious?" Leo asked. "He tried escaping that's why" Jaycee answered. Leo looked at Parker for a while and said. "Wake him up" Jaycee nodded his head and went to get a bucket of water, and poured it on Parker's body. Parker wakes up gasping for air. "Where am I? How did I get here?" He asked.