Deja Vu Parker Novels & Stories

"It's our mystery guest. We're expecting them." "We're expecting someone. Doesn't mean we should trust them." He opens the door. The person standing there is the last person I expect. James Park. Damien's CFO. The man who's been loyal to him for years. "James?" Damien steps back. "What are you—you're The Watcher?" "I'm The Watcher." James walks in. Sets down a briefcase. "And I have about four hours before Richard figures out where I am, so we need to move fast."

He slipped behind me on the lounger and pulled me to his chest. I stared over at luis and wondered how I was going to get this all out without Drake freaking out. Glancing over my shoulder, Drake had his head rested against the lounger with his eyes closed. "You two must have had loads of fun last night," I teased. Drake groaned. "Yeah, Lane never fails in that department." I furrowed my brows. "Lane? Who's Lane?" "Lane Parker," luis answered. "He's a huge pornstar from the Western region. He's decided to join ranks with Drake. He took us out to celebrate last night."

He smirked and threw me into the cold room. I felt the ice as it was slowly penetrating into my skin making me shivers. Parker's pov "What took you so long and why are you making Some inane gestures?" I Asked my P.A who had ran all the way to the car "I came across some asshole and They pointed a gun at me. I would have met my end today thank goodness I was saved.." he said breathlessly , plainly scared. What do I care?? "You know I don't want to hear anything from you

before stepping into the water and letting the past drip off my soul Jalen – Present Day As I finish wrapping things up at the office, I spot my brother Parker walking toward the elevator for the parking garage. "Hey bro, where's Pat?" I ask. "He dipped right after the meeting. Said he had some 'important' meeting to get to. You know how he is," Parker says with a chuckle. We walk in step toward the garage, and I spot his girl waiting just outside the service car, smiling like she just hit the damn jackpot.

The secretary fled the office in terror. "No need to dress up. You look better naked," Marion said, sitting down on the sofa with Debra. Parker looked up, stunned by Debra's beauty. He had seen countless beautiful women, but none compared to her. "Mr. Orrell, you keep staring at me. Is there something on my face?" Debra blinked. Parker felt his knees go weak. "Mr. Houston, who is this lady?" "My wife," Marion replied. Parker's lustful thoughts vanished instantly. He had heard of their engagement not long ago.

"May you please introduce yourself?" After taking a few deep breaths, he introduced himself as "Parker." The private investigator who has been looking into the circumstances surrounding the unexpected death and disappearance of your wife. He mumbled, which caused me to jump up from where I was seated. I have entirely forgotten that I am working on this annoying project with a private investigator because it has been so many weeks since our previous conversation. My eyebrows furrowed in response to his statement, which was followed by "You instructed me not to come back and phone without any information but right now, I already have one."

He had helped me expose Elena. ​But he had the override code. And he was the one managing the security feeds. ​No. I pushed the thought away. If I couldn't trust Adrian, I was already dead. ​“Parker.” ​The voice came from the other side of the bars. ​I looked up. A deputy stood there, keys jingling in his hand. He looked bored. To him, I wasn't a billionaire CEO. I was just another suspect in a suit. ​“Interrogation,” he grunted. “Let’s go.”

Argh, this is so annoying. Right, I shouldn't dwell in this. I should do something fun today. I dressed up and made my way to the park. It's been a long time since I had fun, gladly I still have some money left in my account. I entered the park which is filled with so many people. The last time I came here to have fun, it was cut short by those hunters. Since those hunters already injured Lea, do you think they know who I am? Maybe they won't bother me now that she's back. Why is this park suddenly giving me memories of Damon?

Moreau added in. Deja's jaw dropped. "Y'all. Be for real. What alternate universe did I wake up in? I was trying to tank my reputation!" Her parents exchanged a knowing look, and Trevor failed to hide his smirk behind his coffee mug. "What—what is that look?" Deja demanded, eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses like a diva detective. "Why are you all looking at me like you know something I don't? Did I get secretly engaged again? Did I join a cult? Did I go viral?!"

“I had this reoccurring dream where I died. When it actually happened, I thought it was Déjà vu, but then I had another dream that I couldn’t shake. It happened more than once. Parker did some research, and I realized that was what was going on. It doesn’t happen often, but I usually heed the warnings.” Atlas frowned, eyeing me suspiciously, “You died, yet you sit here in front of me. How?” I smiled, “Parker is a healer who happened to be in the right place at the right time.” “I’ve met many future tellers over the years, but never once have I felt a presence so strongly as I did yours the other day. As soon as you entered the vision, I sensed you. It took me a moment to break through the re