Deputy Jordan Parrish Novels & Stories

Paul replied. Several groups of people were investigating the case? Jenna was taken aback and asked anxiously, "Then do you know who it is?" Paul was silent for a while, and he said, "Miss, there is good news right now. It is said that the Public Security Department has officially appointed Jordan Yates as the team leader to investigate your dad's case. You can have hope in him. It is said that this is all thanks to Hansen's efforts." Hansen? When Jenna heard the name, her heart skipped a beat.

Lainie was just about to repeat her request when a deeper voice came from behind her. "Lainie Everest?" the man asked as he stepped up beside her. "Sheriff Einstein's been expecting you." He extended his arm to shake her hand, his thick bicep tightening the shirt as he did. "I'm Wade Johnson, one of the deputies here. Welcome to our little neck of the world." Lainie's smile was now genuine as she shook Deputy Johnson's hand. "Thanks. I'm excited to get started." She glanced around looking for Chet Einstein. "Is the sheriff here?"

As we reached the door, I turned to Jackson, giving one last reassuring smile before knocking. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a middle-aged man with graying hair, deep-set eyes, and an air of authority. He glanced at us, his expression wary yet attentive. "Can I help you?" Jackson's voice wavered slightly as he fought to maintain his composure. "Sir, I'm Jackson, and this is my friend. We just received notice that a new Sheriff is being appointed, even though my father is still missing. We need answers." The Deputy Sheriff studied Jackson for a moment, his expression softening with understanding. "I see. I can assure you that the decision wasn't made lightly. We've exhausted all a

Flash forward eight years. Jess had completed the five required years for experience at the local police department. She finally landed herself the role of a Deputy Sheriff. In her small town that meant sitting just inside of county lines trying to catch a speeder, or handling drunken brawls at the local dive bars. Nothing of real excitement. She had talked her parents into letting her rent out her family home when they retired in Florida last March.

Derek Parrish. I typed his name into the search bar. There he was, big firm now, senior associate, known for her work in hostile takeover prevention and internal board negotiations. Leo's savior

He shamefully knew the details of her body, a birthmark on her left breast and a red scar on her abdomen, reminding him of the exploitation he had taken part in. Sheriff Tanner deliberately raised his voice slightly for others in the room to hear. “I’ve never seen this one before,” he remarked, seeking to create an impression. A diligent young deputy stepped forward, closing his notebook with a sense of accomplishment. “Her name is Carol Partridge. She just turned seventeen and lived with her grandmother in Valley Mills. No other family left,” he reported. “Such a shame, so young,” Sheriff Tanner feigned sorrow, awkwardly turning to Sheriff Gilbert and leaving the young deputy alone. His ton

I grabbed Zyra’s hand and pulled her with me. Behind me— A gun clicked. “Just give me the order, Mr. Jordan,” Dee said. “I’ll kill him right now.” I smiled faintly. “I’d love to see you try.” But Jordan raised his hand. “Let him go.” Without another word, I walked out of the hall.

He chased me into these woods, but he stopped pursuing me here. "You're quite impressive. You haven't even shifted yet and you managed to outrun a guard!" Jordan exclaimed. "Of course! I've been an orphan since childhood, always on the run and dodging trouble," Josh boasted, his head held high as he tore into another chicken leg. Despite the grimness of his tale, his words were tinged with a dark humor that left me unsure whether to laugh or not. "Jordan, starting tomorrow, you're taking over Dayton's role as sheriff. We need to replace all the incompetent guards in the Lotus Pack!"

Why did she protect the bastard? “Little angry.” Darien paced across the floor. “He was a little angry? I’m a little angry. Who the hell is he? And where is that damned letter? In your bag? Did you even have a bag?” Deputy Peter knocked on the door and poked his face in. “A deputy sheriff’s here who picked up a red lupus Garou matching the little lady’s description, hitchhiking. He’s from Green Valley. Want to talk to him?” Peter’s expression said there was lots more, but he didn’t want to say in front of the patient.

Black. Mr. Black gives a brief speech after the manager’s. ’He has a look that can seduce any woman to his bed and I will not deny how gladly I would open my legs for him, if he should ask right now.’ Goldie says and for once, I can’t deny we both share the same thoughts. After some more words, the manager dismisses us but just as I am about to move out the hall, the unexpected happens. ’Miss Parrish! In my office.’ A commanding cold masculine voice says and it echoes all through out the grand hall. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.