Novel & Cerita Find Her Novel Parker

She told Parker and walked into the apartment. Parker glanced at the building he had spent half of his life in and he slowly drew a sharp breath, he dipped his hand into his pocket and took out a business card, glancing at the write up, he read in his mind. Asher Lincoln.

It said," check the last right drawer" She pulled out the chair and sat down on it her curiosity running wild. She has always been a sucker for mystery and how he knew that was beyond her. She pulled the drawer open and found a bunch of snacks, which by the packaging came from the human world. There were chocolates, potato chips. Gummy bears! A smile pulled up her face at the sight of the gummy bears. Did he do this for her? His so sweet. She slowly took them out of the drawer and she found a pack of marshmallows tucked under the gummy bears. A gasp left her lips and she dramatically pulled out the marshmallows.

Ken, confused, follows behind her watching curiously. What’s gotten into her? He wonders. Balancing herself with on hand on the smooth stone edge of the window, she leans out to see where it went; determined not to lose it this time. Suddenly, she notices the Phoenix statue from her dream. Gasping, she steps back losing her footing. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact with the cold hard ground a few feet below, she begins to feel everything swirling again - just like in her dream. Still bracing for impact, she reaches out for anything to steady her, yet suddenly finds herself in Ken's arms – across the room.

The gates swung open silently, grand and imposing, and she disappeared inside without looking back. Parker parked across the street, engine off, lights out. He stared at the building rising up behind the gates—stone, glass, massive, expensive. A mansion. A place people like him only saw in movies. This was it. This was where she lived. This was where she slept. This was where she went when she left him broken and crying in that tiny apartment. He scrolled through his contact, dialled her numbet. Ava was already inside the hallway, shedding her coat, standing in the warm light, when she saw the screen light up. Parker.

Cecelia distracted him by kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt. Luke had sex with her. --- In one of the most luxurious spaces in Las Vegas, Ophelia sat with Parker, her private investigator. "You still haven't found out where Kristin came from?" she asked, her tone laced with impatience. "No, I haven't," Parker replied. "To dig into her personal life, I need to know the city or town she came from." "Where could that tiny girl come from?!" Ophelia spat. "You shouldn't meddle in Richard's life, Mrs. Ophelia. I've only met him once, but that cold face of his says everything about what he's capable of," Parker cautioned.

GREY’S POV I stared at the documents in front of me, not seeing anything anymore. Everything was beginning to make sense. Parker had come in earlier this morning to report what I asked for. I had been mad at him for bringing it in three days later, but he said it had been hard to get any information on my mate. She had no information about her except that she was a member of the Montrose Pack. Apart from that, she pretty much didn’t exist.

I only cared about partying and having fun. I was into the material things cars, fantasy wrists watch like Movado, getting my most relaxed hair cuts, buying the fragrances that blended well with me, wearing one-hundred-dollar jeans and bragging about wearing expensive jeans, and dating around. I pretended to be happy on social media when deep down, I was miserable. I craved something, anything more, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what it was. Until I found her, and she opened my eyes to the light, into the vector. I’ve been alive now for nine-one years. Not that you would ever guess that by this body I am held up in. I am currently twenty-eight, and my driver's license says my

she added pointedly. I whirled around. That was very pointed, as if she knew exactly why I was here. Was she being snide to rub it in my face. But she wasn't even looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on Nikolai behind me. I turned back around and ran out. Parker was gone. One, he'd seen the newspaper clip. Two, he'd left in a bad mood. Where would he go? Where could I find him? There was only one other place I knew to look. Home. I ran blindly to my car, jumped in and gunned the engine. I took off for home.

But if there was ever another chance to pursue someone, it would be better to avoid Harmony. She didn't want to be exposed to that cold gaze. It felt like putting a snowball in your coat in the middle of winter, no matter how romantic your intentions, it would all melt into embarrassment under the layers of clothing. The weather in spring changed rapidly. Today was a beautiful day, with a crescent moon hanging above the willow tree in the clear sky. Ahead, the area became increasingly deserted. Parker stopped and suddenly realized that she had arrived at the crime scene. It turned out that in a moment of absent-mindedness, she had walked from the Western train station to near Bridge 1, a dis

Marion nodded and walked away. Parker Cavendish. Surveillance and research were required, both of which she was quite good at. She'd find out exactly who he was and how he made his money. And the hows and whys of his money in her aunt Sally's hidden file drawer would lead her to the actual money.