A Brooklyn Story Novels & Stories

I called her and she picked up "what the hell are you up to?..this wasn't what we talked about" "relax baby,what's wrong?" "you shot Bryan and you promised no one was going to get hurt" "well he got in the way,sometimes you have to clear every obstacles in your way" "what if he died?" "one of my men also died if you don't know" "whatever,where is your location?" "I will text you the address and come alone,just so you know I accidentally slipped that Bobby isn't his son so go deal with that" "what?"

She went into her room and went into a deep slumber. As usual, the next day she went to her morning jobs for work. She had grown up in this city, surrounded by poverty and violence. Her childhood had been far from idyllic; her father had been a drunk who spent all their money on alcohol, she had a difficult childhood. Her parents fought constantly, and her father was an alcoholic who would often take out his anger on her mother and Maria. Maria learned to keep her head down and try to stay out of the way, but it was hard to avoid the violence that seemed to be all around her. The next week Sophie texted her for a meetup tomorrow because weekends always get days off. Sophie has been her frien

My bladder couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Miss, where do you think you’re going?” Roman grabbed me by the arm before I could take a step further. “That is not the way we’re heading,” he said. “I need to use the bathroom,” I replied, pulling my arm away. He was about to grab me again when I spoke, “You’ll leave marks on my skin, Roman. Do you want Moretti to think that I’m not your boss’s beloved daughter? If they find out I’m just someone you could easily abuse, they wouldn’t take this marriage seriously.”

Riley looks nervous about this introduction. "And you are?" Nova asks. "Brooklyn but you can call me Brooke," I tell them. "Oh, Okay Brooke I just wanted to tell you that Mason is mine we are together and we love each other," she informs me. I want to laugh because a guy like Mason does not have girlfriends and I should know. "Okay," I tell her. I notice Mason and his gang come into the cafeteria which makes everyone stop eating and look at them. If you dropped a penny everyone would hear it.

Preston leaned against the door, the rain soaking into his shoulders as he struggled to meet her eyes and said, "Brooklyn, please forgive my sister’s behaviour. I allowed her to do as she pleased because I didn't want to cause a scene in the driveway. Brooklyn didn’t wait for another flimsy excuse. She stepped out of the car. However, she didn't even look at Preston. She smoothed her dress, her movements deliberate and fearless, and began the walk toward the house. Ziva was standing by the living room window, watching her like a hawk, but Brooklyn didn't even glance her way. She wasn't there for a sister-in-law's approval; she was there to face the grandfather and reclaim the marriage certif

“So? You were in love with my brother before you even knew what he looked like. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.” Nyra burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. “Okayyy. Fine. I’ll come. If he even shows up, he never does.” Elara smirked. “Oh, he will.” They ended up on Nyra’s couch after dinner, stretched out in a loose sprawl that came from being full and unwilling to move, the low hum of the evening settling around them while the city outside Nyra’s windows carried on without their involvement. The plates sat untouched on the coffee table, forks crossed where they had been dropped, the smell of tomato sauce still faint in the air.

If I hadn't married into the Moretti family, I would have been devoured by Vito long ago after the Bianchi family went bankrupt. But now, the husband I had shared a bed with for three years had personally handed me over to this demon. My hands were bound, leaving me no way to fight back. Vito tore my clothes off in one swift motion and forced me down in a humiliating position, taking hundreds of photos. His hands roamed over my body, and he even kissed my skin. His foreign touch made me want to vomit, but it also made me clearer-headed. While Vito was checking the photos, I brought my knee up and kicked him hard in the groin.

Ryder’s jaws dropped with horror and all the fight left his body. “Yes, but there’s nothing to get worked up about. We love one another,” said Brooklyn quietly. “Does he know about it?” asked Ryder. Brooklyn slowly shook her head. “Please promise me that none of you will tell anyone about this. I’ll tell him if he comes to get me,” said Brooklyn, making them all gape at her. “Did you two fight, Brooks?” asked Brandon with a sigh. “Yes,” said Brooklyn, as tears stung her eyes.

Brooklyn’s POV I walked into a room I’d never been in before, it was comfortable and calming, a female sat on a couch, a small toddler was sleeping with her head on the females lap as she cradled a smaller pup in her arms. She looked frightened sitting there as her eyes darted towards me, “who are you?” she asked in a high pitched voice. I did my best to smile at her as I walked to the chair opposite her, “my name is Brooklyn they asked me to come here and tell you what happened to me last night,” I looked at Aunt Cynthia and she nodded at me as I sat down.

Shea smiled at her and asked, “I don’t know what to do. I’m kind of seeing Troy, but I really felt a connection with Bradford.” “Well, like you said, you and Troy aren’t exclusive, so maybe try things out with Bradford and see how it goes,” Brooklyn said. Shea tilted her head as she thought, then nodded. “That sounds like a plan,” she said, then frowned, adding, “I hope I don’t hurt Troy too much with this.” Brooklyn smiled at her and said, “I think he’ll be just fine.” Later that day, Brooklyn walked back to the apartment after getting groceries. She had two bags slung on her arms and carried two more in each hand.