Mayday Parker Novels & Stories

“Yes, I remember. Liam mindlinked us. He was beside himself at the thought of losing one of the young pups from his pack. “But he didn’t lose him,” Felicity said. “Parker was saved.” A glimmer of hope swelled within me. Parker had gone through a similar thing? And he was saved? “How, Felicity? Who saved him?” I asked. She locked her eyes on mine. “His parents,” she said.

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He looked up from the computer. "Well, if it isn't Tru Parker," he smiled as I walked up to the counter. "How's school?" Maverick was a cute mix of Irish and Filipino, with brown hair and gray eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his eyes tilted just enough to make him look like he was smiling even when he wasn't. He was a little taller than me with wide, muscled shoulders. "Homework sucks."

“Jack used to talk about you a lot. He liked you.” “Jack?” Malik asked. He drew closer to me, silently dismissing Hank. I frowned at Hank’s retreating figure as the distance grew. I didn’t want to lead him on, but I would rather stay here with him than Malik. With Hank, my thoughts were clear. With Malik, they were a mumbo-jumbo. “Who is Jack?” “Jack Parker, CEO of Porter & Co.” “Jack,” he said with fondness, smiling. He massaged his jaw, and an imagery of him kneading my shoulders crept in from nowhere. “I knew Jack Parker. I heard the old man is dead.”

Loud and Malik are the only guys, then Madden himself came down last, rolling eyes immediately his foot touched the ground. "Motherfûcker!" Poe laughed at Corey, and he quickly crawled into the building. Madden took the lead into the building, and by the door, he got a text. He retrieved his phone and saw it's from Maya. Sociopath: We share the same father with Sin and Igor. Ivan Smirnov is a bastard!!!! He just locked up after reading it, and he could imagine Maya screaming as she typed the text. So far he's still in The Bratva world, then he has promised himself that nothing would have the ability to shock him again.

“Yes. I just started today.” She smirked, she had short dark hair cut in a bob around her round face. “The guy with grey hair is Chris Kane, a.k.a Lucifer, he runs this hood. The Kanes run this city. Even the principal doesn’t cross him. I'm Maya by the way, let's climb up so we don't miss all the fun.” Before I could protest, she dragged me up a decorated table so we could watch the fight. “Lucifer!. Lucifer!. Lucifer?. Lucifer !” The roar was deafening. I forgot to blink as I took in the entire scene.

, Drake wanted to be done with whatever the man had on his mind. Elder Parker is working with Alpha Edward on setting up Marcy as Drake's Luna, and Drake knew that the old guy didn't come for a drink. After all, as an Elder, Elder Parker doesn't roam around to approach youngsters unless he has some important business. "I hear you came with a date.", Elder Parker said to Drake, going straight to the point. "So?" Elder Parker narrowed his eyes at Drake. "Shouldn't you be with your future Luna?" "You mean, the woman you chose to be my Luna?"

All of it… based on a lie. Maya felt her throat tighten. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears, but they came anyway. She wiped them quickly and took out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts and stopped at one name: Richard Marks. He was a private investigator. She called. After a few rings, a deep voice answered. “Richard Marks.” “Mr. Marks,” Maya said, trying to sound calm. “It’s Maya Marcus. I need your help.” “Maya?” he asked, surprised. “It’s been a while. Are you okay?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore that lady! Cherish her! I have since she was a youthful young lady. Don’t you set out come around here retching presumptions, debasing what you’ll never get it! You’re a stage to her, a few chance to see how the other side lives. She merits way better and so offer assistance me God, I’ll do my damnedest to keep her absent from you! Get off my property, some time recently I call the police and have you arrested!” Parker spit, inspired by his enthusiastic appear of feeling, but distant from hindered. He might be from the other side of the tracks, but he’d begun on the same side as Isadora and he wasn’t going in reverse. Sticks and stones. His thumb d

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.