Peni Parker Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I can't accept your offer. I just chose to work in a bar because I can be with my mate and my children. I resigned from the company first because I didn't have time to spend with them." "Oh, that's fine if you refuse. But I'll still give you a chance if you want to join my company. You have a genius brain. So you can definitely do anything," answered Parker. I also chatted about other topics with Parker. Like a normal friend. Although occasionally it turns out that Parker also has to roar when the full moon arrives. The werewolf's soul remained embedded in his soul. I don't really have that habit. "So you defeated Regina?" Parker asked as if he couldn't believe it.

Penny breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him. “Thank you, Mr. Tate.” Without greeting Caleb, she sat on the stool and began to draw intently. The crowd first fell silent, then started teasing Jeremy. “Mr. Tate, is this a new fetish?” Jeremy waved them off, not wanting his friends to make lewd jokes about Penny. “She’s a disciple of Robert Zaki. You'd better watch your mouths.” The mention of Robert immediately silenced those who wanted to make lewd jokes. Someone could not help but ask, “Isn’t she also Mr. Fergerson’s designer?”

“I gave you chances to make peace with your fate, didn’t I? I gave you pleasure while you only gave me disappointments. I had been honest, telling you that I want you. Understand it. But this little brain of yours keeps working, doesn’t it? You want to kill me, Huh? Wanna kill me? Understand it Elena. I am Aslan Parker. Who am I?” When she didn’t say anything, he pulled her hair hard and painfully, “Who am I, Elena?” “Aslan Parker.” She spoke while fighting his hand. He was hurting her. “Yes, and no one messes with Aslan Parker, because no one can touch Aslan Parker. Do you get it?” Elena had no way now but to apologize. She didn’t want to be on the wrong side of a man like him. “I am sorry,

she said and those guys looked at us with a smile on their faces. "Hi ladies, I'm Parker the birthday boy hahaha" one of them stood in front of us, he shook hands with us. "I have my friends here with us, Hunter, Steve, Christ and oh, there you are..." we turned when he pointed to something behind us. I turned around and saw a man, and when I looked at who it was, my eyes widened. "He's Hector, my friend" Hector looked at me and held my waist, without everyone noticing it. He smirked and just stared at me. "Nice to meet you, I'm Hector," he said. Is he mad crazy!

My wolf did not even get the chance to sit down for three consecutive hours. "Really? Then he could be that hot if a twenty-six years old man makes your heart race. Who could that be? Do we know this guy?" She chirped. "Maybe or maybe not," she said. "He was once a security guard in our school. His name is Ethan Parker." I quickly lifted my eyes to the woman who breathes out my name. To my surprise, my eyes landed in front of Penelope Garcia. It was her voice who breathes out my name, my wolf is certain.

He asks, “This is Evette, my right-wing woman, “ she chuckles at her little joke. Parker looks at me, then shakes my hand, and as he touches my hand, his eyes widen, and his grip starts to tighten; I pull my hand away, “Okay….” He shakes his head then smiles, “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t know my strength,” he chuckles, lightening the mood. I double-blink, “What exactly do you do here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Parker slightly picks up his camera, “I’m the new Forensic Photographer, and you are?”

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

“That’s cause I’m fueled by my hatred of bigots and self, I’m kidding. The truth is I think I’m constantly bursting with energy because I’m just built like this. so tell me, what are these good reasons you’re talking about?” “His name’s Parker. He has wavy hair, piercing bluish eyes, and he’s just an all around amazing guy.” “Another white boy seriously? You know, there’s a beginning movement to decolonize ourselves and you’re over here opening your legs to a conquistador.” “He’s so not a conquistador.” “I will handle all of your duties for a shift if you introduce me to him and I can’t picture him riding on a horse while trampling on some sacred ground.”

"Haven't I been nice to you? Why didn't you give me the pen? I'm your mother!" I held the cold pen, gazing at her with sharp mockery. "Why? Chelsea, do you honestly not know why?" Seeing her outstretched hand, Nathan immediately dodged and ducked behind my legs, bowing his head, trembling. That silent reaction spoke louder than any accusation ever could. At that moment, the giant main screen of the press conference suddenly lit up again. In the center of the frame was Nathan, young and vulnerable. He knelt on the carpet, tears streaking his cheeks, eyes full of fear and helplessness. A foot shot out, jabbing at his shoulder.

I push back from my desk and stand, trying to work the tension from my shoulders. This isn’t sustainable. I can’t keep pretending I’m not affected. And I can’t keep entertaining lectures from a woman who thinks control and repression are the same thing. Parker Simon is here. She’s inside these walls. Wearing pencil skirts and smiling like she’s not unraveling me one glance at a time. And it’s only been three days. One, really. Two of those days were the weekend.