Deja Vu Parker Novels & Stories

“Mr. Zavier Wood." "I am Detective J.K Parker."

I quickened my pace and looked for somewhere I could go to tuck the toy in. The weather warmed up a little after the new year. I wore a loose tracksuit, but underneath, I wore skin-tight clothes to get ready to be intimate with Samuel. Many people exercised in the park. I had no choice but to go to the restroom to tuck in the toy. Just as I arrived at the grove near the restroom entrance, a man wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and tightened my loose tracksuit. The man seemed to be accustomed to causing such shocking encounters. Right after he hugged me from behind, he started playing with himself.

To what hidden territory have their tracks vanished? My mind drifts into a completely lost, unguided loop. I retrieve my horn vessel of spring water, forcing a draft down my throat to stabilize my physical center. Once my processing parameters calm down, I scan through my secure contacts to isolate the identifier of Charles's close associate—the high-ranking pack asset who originally introduced my clinical office to the Whitaker line. This particular contact functioned as the direct family head of a previous trauma patient I had successfully restored. I launch the call, and his terminal authorizes the link within a few pulses. "Healer Parker, does your office require my assistance? Is your t

When I reach the underground parking lot, I find out that my husband, Victor Blake, has parked his car in a slanted manner. Great, his car has taken over my parking slot again. I call him and tell him to get his ass downstairs so that he can move the car out of my parking slot. While waiting for him, I come across a post on the Internet. "I'm screwing the brains out of my mistress right now. What should I do to avoid getting discovered by my wife, who might be home anytime soon?" The comment section goes nuts. Apparently, the original poster has left a like on one of the comments. "Park your car in a way that it eats into your wife's parking slot. That way, she'll have to call you ever

"Trust me?" "Always." He kissed her softly. "Though I reserve the right to be extremely curious." "Noted." She grabbed her laptop bag. "Give me a few hours. Hopefully, I will have good news when I get back." The Muse was already busy when Isabella arrived, the after-work crowd creating a pleasant buzz of conversation. She spotted James Parker immediately – he looked exactly like his profile picture, mid-thirties with sandy brown hair and an expensive watch glinting at his wrist.

That momentarily silence that existed between them, his mind trailed off to Selena as he imagined what she could be doing that moment. "What was it that Mr Parker did that got him into so much trouble?" Her voice drew his attention back to her. "When Parker was 19 and Vera was about 15 an accident happened. Parker's mother ended up dead. Vera taped the incident and had it edited, making Parker look like he killed his mother. Parker was never aware of this until his relationship with Vera crashed. By then Vera's son was two years old and she couldn't bear the thought of Parker leaving her for someone else. She didn't strike immediately, she did after many years when Parker had established so

Maximaze Park I took a step to see my father. I took a deep breath as I saw a corpse—a skeleton, slowly turning into ashes. I gravely stared at it and sighed. It’s getting more tiring every time I see a dead and cold body in front of me. It was as if nothing had changed throughout the years. People died in vain. “Can you . . .” My voice was almost inaudible, struggling to raise the volume of my voice in order for them to hear me. “. . .leave me alone?”

“Please wake up… please…” People gathered around, voices overlapping in panic, but Joanne barely heard them. She kept whispering the same words over and over, her fingers trembling against her mom’s arm. Then a tall figure pushed through the crowd. “Move aside. I’ve got her.” The voice was deep, calm, and way too familiar. Joanne looked up through her tears… and her stomach dropped like a stone. Parker. He was already kneeling on the other side of her mom, checking her pulse with steady hands, his jaw tight with focus. No cocky smirk. No arrogant attitude. Just quiet efficiency as he gently supported her mom’s head.

“I guess I know where to find you when I can’t find you.” Dad chuckles as the Explorer starts moving. How Parker didn’t end up with ptsd around vehicles is a mystery to me but I’m grateful all the same. It’s hard enough on me to endure the flashbacks and hallucinations when trying to travel but the guilt I would have if he was experiencing the same would cripple me. I squeeze down on the door handle with my right hand. My grip is so hard that I can feel my arm shaking as Parker stops and shifts into drive. “How did you come across rage rooms considering how difficult it is for you to travel?”

51. In Search Of A Moonfolk Wolf Jake was sitting in the cabin of Mr. Maverick Parker, the head incharge of the headquarters. He was seized right as he breached inside and taken to Mr. Parker's chamber and assured that the investigation was running smoothly without causing any trouble to Aria. And that it was ensured that her comfort was not compromised or ignored, and that Jake could see her once the investigation was done. Although he didn't believe he was going to get to meet her, he chose to take a chance and sat across from Mr. Maverick Parker.