Sachi Parker Book Novels & Stories

"She was so beautiful. So happy. I'll never understand why she ran away to the Oaks." "I think your mother was running for her life, and she unfortunately ran into the wrong guy. From what I could find, Moira Hellen Parker was born as Mary Ellen Elgesmythe. Not a lot about her life until she hooked up with one of the legitimate grandsons of Deaglan Kavanaugh, a man by the name of Sidney Parker Walsh." Tag jolted as if I'd struck him back with Elektra again. "What? Why did you move like that? Do you recognize that name?" I asked. I looked between both men. Neither of them would look at me. "Please!" I slapped my palms against the stone top in the kitchen.

Ten years after Marcus's death, I received one final letter. This one was from Sarah Chen. Marcus's first sister. The one who'd given me the records before she died. Except she hadn't actually died. *Hope. I faked my death. I'm sorry for the deception. I needed to disappear completely to escape Marcus's legacy. But now I'm actually dying. Cancer. Real this time. And I need to tell you something before I go. Something about Marcus. Something you deserve to know. Meet me in Geneva. I'll send coordinates. Please come. This matters. — Sarah*

“Mmm... You’re sure? Because she gives sidekick energy. And I don’t trust sidekicks.” “I don’t trust girls with suckers in their mouths who talk too much,” Tasha said smoothly, sliding into the chair across from Kachi. “And yet, here we are.” Kachi’s brows shot up. “Oop.” She looked at Vivian. “I like her. She’s spicy.” Vivian sighed and sat beside Tasha. “Can we focus?” “I’m focused, sweetie,” Kachi said. “Focused on the two unexpected bitches who walked into my life asking about a man who’s been off-grid for months.”

Beside the portrait, the ink spelled out her name: SIGRUN ELIZABETH PARKER DOB: 10/14/2001 HEIGHT: 5'-07" "Sigrun Parker," I read aloud. It felt absurdly simple. No titles. No royal bloodline attached to her name like a heavy iron chain. Just three short words printed on a piece of plastic. I carefully tucked Sigrun Parker’s driver license back into the leather pouch, feeling a sudden wave of respect for the girl whose life I now inhabited. "I will protect your paper vows, Sigrun Parker," I promised the empty room. "And I shall do my best not to ruin your reputation with the purple-haired Eva."

When Parker called, saying he had followed the money and had found the trail, I knew it was something bad. There had been this unsettling feeling I’ve had for the past week, after coming to know the truth about Vivian’s involvement in everything that had happened to my mother and my sister. To think that I had blindly trusted her and held her, kept her in my corner, not knowing she was the devil all along. But nothing unsettled me more than the distance between Sage and me.

Every single day has begun like this for me for as long as I can remember. Have you ever felt unloved? Have you ever felt unwanted and left out by your own family? Have you felt lonely when you are standing between a sea of people? If you have not, then welcome to my world. It is my life, and this is my story. Let me introduce myself...I am Siya Parker, or in short, I'm just Siya...just a plain and ordinary girl. There is nothing extraordinary about me. Neither am I smart nor am I beautiful. Mostly I'm invisible to a lot of people because of my introverted nature. I just turned 18 years old and live with my parents and twin siblings in Los Angeles. Please don't ask me why I didn't move out o

Said Parker and her mom helped me to guide him reach the sofa on the terrace. "Your dad would be so upset with this! How are you feeling, honey? Where does it hurt? Tell me?" Parker's mom said as we put him on the sofa. "Mom, I'm fine. Anyways, he's my schoolmate, Sunny Feliciano. They live five blocks away from our home. They were just new to our place, mom." Parker introduced me to his mom. I vowed down to show some respect. "Please to meet you, ma'am," I said.

“In the days right after the incident, I made peace with Lorelei and Alrik, and all the Ice and Jock-nins. It seemed pointless not to. Just as our senseis teach us, a true Slayer should be magnanimous in victory and gracious in defeat. Lorelei and Alrik, incidentally, became a real item, but every time I saw them they were always fighting and looked close to breaking up. I didn’t care. I was over all that. One thing I still wasn’t done with though was the book with the red cover in the restricted section.” Sasha winked. “Oh no, you didn’t,” Aki said, guessing what he was about to say. “Yes, I did. With my knowledge of the hidden passages of Wani Academy, one night, I dangled from the ceiling

What if this is a scam? "Samsara Angela Sakura. Half Filipino, Half Japanese. Based on the report I'm holding right now, you were fired earlier due to customer service mishandling of an exclusive VIP partner of your company. I can also clearly see that before exiting the office, you almost emptied half of the shelves in your pantry's office. Am I right?" I was stunned and couldn't speak. How does she know all of that legally? "Wait a minute! Who are you? Are you some kind of thug?" I angrily said.

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.