Parker X Chester Novels & Stories

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

Alexander squealed rushing over to her and grabbing her in a hug. She grunted his name. "Alex." He let her go, turning to the male at her side with a sour look on his face. "Paris." Hermes gave him a small bow. "Xander." "It's Mr Parker to you," Alexander said, face now in a dark smile before grabbing the male behind him closer. "Honey, isn't she gorgeous?" Hezekiah Parker stood in front of Alex now, giving a small nod of his head with his habitual calm smile on his face. "Always," Then he turned to Paris, voice gentle. "I doubt I know you."

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."

And despite the chaos he was leaving behind, his mind was focused solely on one thing: finding her. --- Outside the Venue: Chester’s heart raced as he quickly made his way to the parking lot. His driver, Christian, was waiting for him by the car, a puzzled expression on his face. “Sir, what’s going on? The ceremony—” “I’m not getting married,” Chester snapped, his voice urgent. “I need to go to New York. Now. We have no time to waste. To my private jet, immediately!” Christian didn’t question him. The intensity in his boss’s eyes was all the explanation he needed. In a swift motion, Chester got into the car, his mind set on reaching Alex before it was too late.

Chester did not know whether he should laugh or cry, so he laughed and nodded. “That’s more like it.” Dax let out a smile, walked over, and lightly punched Chester’s shoulder before magically fished out two bottles of white wine. “Here you go, Chester. Drink up.” “Haha! You cheeky b*stard! Wanting to compete with me on drinking I’m weak!” Chester wobbly stood up. “Yes, yes, yes! I’m not your elder brother if I don’t make you drink till you drop!” “Wow, you’re one to boast! Let’s drink!” Dax took two small chairs over before fishing out a can of peanuts and some snacks from his pocket.

I live two buildings away and I know who’s the responsible person for this party. Angelo Parker, as soon as his name crosses my mind, he walks past me, wrapping his arms around my best friend’s shoulders, pulling them away from me. Jamie looks back over her shoulder and I wave her off, raising my full beer bottle as I offer her a shaky smile. Angelo Parker is the sexiest quarterback in the world.

“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

Chester looked at the pancakes. Despite having lived with Eliza for some time, he had hardly seen her cook. “Make one for me too.” Chester suddenly went up to her and said beside her ear. The voice shocked Charity so bad that her hand shook. She turned around, only to see Chester wearing the black casual pants that he wore yesterday, but his upper body was naked. His waist above the belt was slim, and he had firm muscles and visible lines on his body. With his crew cut, he exuded a sense of wild sexiness.

Third Person POV Nan staggers backward, ignoring the sting on her cheek and the blood in her mouth. She watched as Chester landed blow after blow in Tyler’s face, making him barely recognizable. Nan’s wolf whimpered at the sight of their mate and his clear anger. Wait… Chester?? What was he doing here?! Chester’s hands were red and blistered from the force he was using to destroy Tyler’s face. For a moment, Tyler did try and fight him, but Chester was much bigger and stronger. Nan was so frozen that she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

Each faction has a score to settle with the pompous bunch licking the governor's ass. They all have their eyes on us- on me in particular as I'm the only woman amongst them. The ones who stare too much are glared down by Taren while I keep a straight face. Chester stands in front of the barn with hands in his pockets and hair swept back. When our eyes meet, I can't resist the urge to frown while his smirk indents. He's rubbing it on my face, just how competent he is in comparison to me. How has this turned into a challenge between us? I agree I'm jealous he's known my mate longer than I do, but I'm the lover and he's just a friend.