Peni Parker Fanart Novels & Stories

“Please, God, tell me that if this thing with Mina falls apart, you and I can go to Vegas and be incredibly unprofessional together for a weekend.” Rebecca rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’m in.” Parker wasn’t her type at all, his artistic side dominating too much of his personality. Why he was concerned about what his once stripper wife planned to do in the way of getting a degree and joining the workforce was beyond her. He’d been a bit of a wild child, having far more than his share of fun in life until a few years back, when he’d sobered up and pulled himself together. The result of said sobering was losing his first wife Cindy, an artist who wanted to just go where the wind blew. Cindy ha

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

Parker and pen have always been my most trusted friends and as much as they don’t understand my obsession with Ferrah they stand by my side and will go head first into battle with me to bring the dammed down and restore this world to its beginning as human kind ruling over it. “I want eyes on them at all times and call our good friend Banner for a little meeting” parker gives me a slay smirk and pulls out his phone “I’m sure he would be very interested to know his son is now taking up residence with the young alpha pup.” Parker walk out of the room talking on the phone and leave Pen and myself to go over a new plan for the night of the ceremony. In three days she will be mine. Three fucking

"SO WHAT DO we do now?" Parker had woken up and found Drake and I in the living room, staring at the pen drive in front of us. He later revealed that he had stood in the hallway for thirty minutes before he decided to make his presence noticed because he thought that we had been possessed. Drake rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I accessed it," he said. "There was nothing but a picture of a painting. I put it in a reverse search engine and found the guy who painted it. It named some weird dude who painted. Aurelias."

I received his fresh breath with closed eyes and finally shut my door as he went in on a parade. "So, this is it, Your little hideout and solitary?" Park announced with stretched arms and accusatory glares. I ignored his unnecessary daggers; I expected them, and focused on how elegant he looked in his tight yellow pants and an oversized white long sleeved flowered t-shirt. He had his nose pierced, and on it is a different diamond nose ring from the one he had the last time we saw. Park's height is another credit on the list. He is not so different from regular anime characters with his blue tinted hair color which I am also seeing for the first time.

"Fuck. You're wet." "I burn for you," I breathe out. "Hmm." He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. "So smooth." "I like it smooth. It's cleaner, you know? I know guys don't like having hair in their mouths." Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath.

Then I see Kane Parker. His photos are good. Not selfies but actual photography. One of him at what looks like a book signing, wearing glasses and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up. One of him in a coffee shop with a laptop. One candid shot where he's laughing at something off-camera and he looks genuinely happy instead of performing for the camera. His bio says: "Author. 29. Not interested in dating. Very interested in other things. If you're looking for a boyfriend, keep swiping."

He took his phone out and decided to call the one person he knew that pretty much knew that loneliness meant. “I. Hate. Sandra Parker. So much." Was the first greeted he heard. He chuckled. “Ah Catherine, I heard there's a pretty interesting thing that's happening in Japan at the moment." “Yeah? Tell me about it, I'm so tired today." She whined. “I don't even know why I'm working my ass off when I'm filthy rich already and I'm even making Sandra Parker richer because of this promotional business! I paint for myself not for the so called fans, call me ungrateful but seriously, I paint for myself because I enjoy it and it's my passion. The fans come third or fourth. People should put that into

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.