A Brooklyn Story Novels & Stories

Little over a week later, Aaron found himself walking into a room where Brooklyn was waiting to be checked. He just got back from his home town and he had not even had the time to get in touch with her. “Hello Brooklyn” he greeted cheerfully as he sat down ,her file in his hand. “I thought I told you no more falling?” She smiled “ wasn’t my doing this time doc". He took a little moment to check her out, she was dressed in a short floral dress. She even looked more beautiful with a little touch of makeup. She almost caught him staring.

the response was rather ambiguous but Leo seemed to understand the woman's cryptic message and brought the car to life. As the building grew distant I found myself more at ease. I couldn't bear being in there but I couldn't avoid it. Eventually I would have to return to try find some steady rhythm that works for me that did not involve me tripping over my own feet. Unaware of the destination my interest peaked as we entered Brooklyn, a place that was founded in the 17th century that shared a land border with Queens and had tunnel connections that led to Manhattan. It was also the very place that made up Eva's formative years. Once the car came to a complete halt in front of an apartment buil

Brooklyn looked away from Harry and sat down at the back of the class. "Brooklyn-" "They were the same pills I got given after I was taken," Brooklyn said quickly. "I had a bad injury and they gave me pills for the pain. I don't want to take the same pills." Harry's eyes went to Brooklyn's hip where the scar was. "Was it for that?" He asked. "Yes," she said sharply. "When are you going to tell me about that?" "I'm not," Brooklyn sniffed and shoved her book onto the desk. "Now help me and tell me what the damned date is in French."

Jealous that he once had Brooklyn, and I, tortured by morality, feel sorry for even kissing. The pain clouded my sanity, magnified my jealousy, and the moment I woke up from the chaos to see Brooklyn, my desires swarmed. I wanted to hug her, kiss her, hear her moan under me and call my name. But as a gentleman, I restrained all desires and asked the question, "I want you, Brooklyn." She didn't answer. The suddenly enlarged eyes meant her shock, but she didn't run away, those beautiful big eyes gleamed, as if exploring the truth of my words.