Weston Parker Novels & Stories

Parker rolled his brown eyes while he scrubbed a brown-haired sling on his forehead. "Please. I bet the risk is higher when smoking these, "Parker responds and waves the cigarette across from Richard before stepping on it. Parker was a handsome man with a six-foot height and an average body. He was the type who trained so he could eat junk food without worrying about gaining weight. He was working in a real estate company where he would win employment of the month every month. Parker could convince anyone to buy anything of himself with his charisma and self-esteem. The two men went inside the bar and continued until they reached the back, where the outdoor bar was.

Victor Weston Age: 26 Occupation: Heir (Playboy) Personality: Arrogant, demanding, flirtatious, crude Interests: Drinking, women, movies Dislikes: following orders, books, sleeping alone. Frequency: Approximately twice a month. Victor is, so far, the most troublesome of Mr. Weston's personalities. He considers himself a modern-day playboy and prides himself on his ways with women. He is never allowed to be left alone with any females that enter the house, and they should be denied admittance on the days he appears, if possible.

“My appetite has always been good, but there’s no good stock. I’m almost starving.” “Hey, I’m here to tell you about a good stock today!” “Oh?” “Maple Ephys is the top quality woman.” After they talked, Warren exposed Maple’s information to West. The moment he hung up, Warren flashed a wicked smile. “Haha. let me see how Maple can still survive this time!” Caleb curiously asked, “Mr. Parkinson, who is this West?” “He is a criminal whose brain is full of beautiful women. He is able to commit any crimes to have fun with beautiful women.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

“He will never be part of C.H.A.O.S. You are Charlie. The C in the acronym stands for Chancler. That’s you. Only you. Your status with us was never in question. Without you, there would be no C.H.A.O.S..” I feel Weston relax against me, hugging him tightly. “I love you, West Bear,” I sigh into his chest. His ebony hair tickled my face slightly against his mocha skin. Weston became my knight in shining armor from the first moment we met. He is a father figure and a caregiver. Wes has a sense of justice that I adore. He is talented with a piano at his fingertips. Weston is a fighter who had to do just that his whole life. He doesn’t complain, which means he often hides his pain. My West Bear i

Given that this was her first visit, she certainly would not have known anyone. “He’s Wesley Parker, a top perfumer from Westwood. This time around, he’s also serving as the competition's chairperson. He is one of the world's top eight perfumers, a talent that only emerges once every few centuries,” Frank explained, forming the number eight with his fingers. In a deep tone, he continued, “Do you think that woman can leave this place like nothing had happened, or rather, make a name for herself in Westwood’s perfumery industry now that she offended him?”

“Ladies and gentlemen this is one of your future Alphas to Moon Bay, Weston Keller! He’s 21, just about to graduate from the university and is anxious to get back home to settle down. He’s an architect and contractor whose real passion is bringing his drawings to life. For your date tonight with Weston you will be hitting the mini golf course followed by a walk along the pier for concessions and a personalized caricature of the two of you, drawn by the man himself! So let’s get started, do I have five thousand for this young man,” the announcer said.

"I know, I know—she's the apple of your eye, so I'm not going to tease her." "As long as you're aware," Weston said and lit himself a cigarette, taking two puffs casually. The white smoke he left around him somehow accentuated his facial features, though, Stella also noticed that he was actually relaxed. With two buttons unbuttoned on his collared black shirt, he had rolled up his sleeves over his thick forearms, revealing his chiseled muscles and the power that seemed to be slumbering beneath his shirt. Tapping his lighter against the pool table, he beckoned at Stella with his chin. "Come. Let's start with your stance."

" Deal Cancel" Hearing this, Park Smith, sitting in front of Weston, said, "Mr. Hill, please don't do this, i will be ruined." Weston took one look at Park Smith, gestured to Henry who standing at his side and went out. Henry was Weston's right hand and he could even give his life for him. He had understood Weston's signal, so now no one could save Park Smith. On the other side, Bella, sitting alone, getting bored and check her mobile and says, "Oh God, when will all this end, I am bored."