Parker Novels Novels & Stories

He doesn't know that the man standing before me is not the one I was supposed to be standing with. Blake Parker. Twenty-four year old Co-CEO of The Parker Brothers. A billion dollar company that deals with selling buildings for profit and pressuring people to sell their land and companies to them. He is a lady's man and sure does love his booze. He has never liked me, probably thinks I'm after his brother's money which makes me think that he has a personality disorder considering that he is always against his brother.

Parker had a hard time discerning up from down these days, although that could be the result of too little sleep and the perpetual hard-on he couldn’t get rid of. His way of dealing with his new living situation was to avoid going home as much as possible. He left early and came home late, hoping fervently not to run into her. Avoidance was the best policy. Out of sight, out of mind and all that except…except it wasn’t working for him. Rather, the old idiom absence makes the heart grow fonder, seems to be at work. Put into a more contemporary language, Parker was obsessing about her. Not in a stalkerish kind of way…but a more anti-stalkerish way…if that was even possible. He leaned his head

“Damn, he’s real!” I didn’t stop. Didn’t wave. Didn’t smile. I just kept walking, jaw tight, eyes forward. This place used to be mine. My kingdom. Before it all blew up in my face. I didn’t bother knocking. Just shoved the door open and walked in. Mr. Parker was already in his chair, his ridiculous, squeaky revolver chair, leaning back like he owned the world. A cigarette hung from his lips, lighter flicking under it. His belly strained against his suit as if it was trying to escape.

I did exactly what she asked, I poured another drink and handed her the weed to roll up again. I let the top and windows up while we enjoyed the smoke and chatted about our lives in New Orleans. We were both anxious to go back and see the house we grew up in and how we wanted to see Smitty’s house and his many whores. I told Isa about my brunch with the creole’ Nazi clan and explained my real reason for bringing Parker. Isa stated the obvious; that I was attracted to him but made sure to point out the fact that I knew better. It’s amusing to me; Isa always reminded me to mind my heart, to never let Mr. Right pass me up because of worldly doubts. She had said that about Maleek, and here she w

Even Shawn, despite his attempts, began to feel a sense of helplessness, unsure of how to reach the part of Dean that remained locked away. Another day, the atmosphere in the house felt unusually oppressive, as if the air was charged with an uneasy static, on the brink of sparking a storm of conflict. Dr. Parker arrived. Gone was his usual respectful demeanor; instead, there was a sense of resolve in his steps, a rare sharpness in his gaze. His presence was a stark contrast to the cautious, unassuming figure he once was.

Parker remarked, signaling the waiter to bring three low-alcohol cocktails and a fruit plate. "Miss Kathy, during the first two visits, things were rushed, and we didn't have the chance to get to know each other properly. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Parker, Dominic's younger brother."

The woman wore short denim cut-offs and a tank top for a tea company that Electra had never heard of. “Electra, this is Theo and Jessica Parker,” Hadrian introduced with a smile and a flourish. “Those are their boys, Jayde, Onyx and Stone. I work with Jessica.” Electra looked at the other woman in surprise. “Yes, I really am a firefighter.” Parker said, answering the unasked question. “I was raised in Dark Sky. I know what you’re going through.” “Your eyes are beautiful.” Theo said after they sat down. He looked at her and she felt like he could see through her dark contacts. That was impossible. But the way he looked at her, she felt as though her secrets were laid bare before him.

Revilla pinched Franklyn's cheek earning a whine from the younger. “Don't be so excited... They were all bloodthirsty monsters...” Revilla denied. Franklyn pouted visibly. “Okay okay... No more arguments... I will explain some cases which attracted the media.” Eryx calmed them down. He started, “The Parker Family Cult, One of the most infamous cases involving a cult and law enforcement is the Parker Family cult led by Edward Parker in the 19's. Parker formed a group of followers who carried out a series of violent crimes, including the notorious “The white murders” in the 19's. Parker manipulated his followers, convincing them to commit heinous acts as part of his apocalyptic vision.”

They just catered to their own needs. Her father, Mr Parker is a businessman who is always behind money, power and reputations, for that if he has to ask his wife to get laid with his clients then he won't think twice or if they ask for his daughter's then also he won't back out and let them be their puppets.

It was difficult not to look up at the clock. We moved around the first barrel with ease and the second barrel. I kept Crixus at a decent enough distance, so we didn't touch the barrel because it was considered automatic disqualification if it tipped over. Crixus drove forward faster under my command, and we took the last barrel with no problems. The crowd erupted into cheers. “Wow, that's a tough one to beat! Dallas Parker just set a new record for the fastest time! Ten point seven seconds!” Roy shouted through the microphone.