Parker And Chester Novels & Stories

Alpha Chester's POV I sat at the head of the table as I listened to my Parliament lament about Governor McWrine. He was one of those dirty humans who were aware of my world and were strictly under watch. My pack, Chesterfield Pack was always the leader and head of the Parliament of Wolves. We had connections, power, and authority and instilled fear in both wolves and the humans who knew us.

Anastasia asked, looking at Xander's closed eyes. "Why are you not telling me? Uh?" She poked his arm unhappily. "Say something; it is so boring to keep silent." "Ah, why the hell are you like this?" Anastasia pouted in frustration before turning to Chester. "Hey, what's your name?" Chester has to say that he really admired her courage, and he was also feeling bored because of the silence, thus, he started talking to her. "Chester." "Oh, I am Anastasia. How old are you?"

"He really is Ms. Ashford's husband!" "Ms. Ashford and her husband are very close. Whenever they come in for checkups, their daughter-in-law, Ms. Emily Carter, clears the entire floor and arranges special consultations. Mr. Ashford is always there too. The four of them get along so well—there's no way they could be mistaken." "We've seen Ms. Ashford's son before. This man is definitely not him!" Gregory's face twisted with rage. "Did you hear that? Are you suggesting all these people are slandering you? I caught you both in the act, yet you still have the nerve to make excuses!

Chester stated, using his hight to scan the crowd. “What pack are they from? I can ask to see if they have arrived yet for you.” Scott offered. It seemed as though he was trying to calm the agitated giant down. “Phoenix Paw, Arizona.” He stated simply. “Ah, Alpha Phillip and Beta Greg…. They haven’t arrived yet, but I do know they will be here. We are going into a trade deal with them soon.” “I wouldn’t; you’ll get the short end of the stick.” Chester picked up a small champagne glass from a tray as it went by and downed it in one gulp, wondering off to brood.

Sebastian nods; it is not exactly what he expects but it's something…Something that will grow into more and that more will be the crack in the case. “If you don't mind, Mr. Parker, I will love for Chester to show me where he saw these people.” Sebastian stands, casting ganders to and fro the father and son, the resemblance suddenly becoming even more striking. While Parker's hair has turned grey, and his brown eyes weak, Chester's was full of life and his hair colour of gold and dirt. The two lead him to the end of the rear side of the house. The farm is bigger than Sebastian had given credit and while it's a mixture of goats, sheep and pigs, the rear is filled with mainly birds.

“You too, Parker – I mean – Chandler.” The guy just nodded. “Where’s Kris?” “He already went home,” she answered. “Why?” “Uh… he said his dad called.” “Oh okay.” Chandler brought out his phone and started contacting someone which she reckoned to be Kris. Chester stood up from his seat. The other guys turned to him. “Where are you going?” Brandon asked. “I’ll just go get my partner.” “Who’s your partner?” “Jessica,” Chester answered, as he made his way towards the girl who has been sitting alone on a table nearby.

Paul’s face looked hideous as he grinned. As he spoke, Paul’s face turned cold and sinister. “Let me tell you, Chester is dead. Next will be Dax, then Darryl. Ha-ha! These three brothers think they are heroes of the Nine Continents and will leave a legacy. Too bad all of them are just too arrogant. In the end, that’s all they’ll be.” Sara’s body trembled when she heard those words as she stared blankly at Paul. ‘Brother Chester is dead? No…this is not possible.’

He took one last lingering look at Pam’s ravaged form in the bed and scowled at the abundance of blood mixed with semen between her slender white thighs, before quietly stealing his way back to his room. Chester hadn’t planned on staying all night. It was his intention to get in and get out before Ida returned, but it had been years since he’d bedded a struggling young virgin and it felt too damn good to leave. He’d still be there if he thought he could get away with it. As it was, he had no idea what was about to happen next, for surely the little bitch would tell on him. He forgot about the blood. The last virgin he mounted bled very little and it was passed off as her time of the month.

"Mr. Fordham? Mrs. Fordham? Are you here to visit Chester as well?" Finley often visited the Fordham residence. After a while, they started becoming good friends. The elderly couple had good impressions of her too. Chester's mother, Caroline Palmer, was a gentle woman, and she had her hair tied up in a bun. She looked elegant and appeared far younger than her actual age. When she stood next to Zachary Fordham, Chester's father, she seemed blissful. Their love story was well-known among the upper class, and a lot of people were envious of them. Finley was one of the people who admired their relationship, and she wanted the same thing for herself and Chester.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat