Al Brooks Books Novels & Stories

BROOK'S POV I had just stepped out of the bathroom, still damp, still wrapped in nothing but a towel, my hair dripping lightly down my back as I reached for my phone that had just started ringing where I had left it on the bed. I almost ignored it at first. But something about the way it kept ringing, made my chest tighten before I even saw the name on the screen. It was Margaret. My stomach dropped, and I picked up immediately. “Hello?” “Brooks, what have you done?”

Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coincidental. This story is not directed at any person or situation. If it happens to mirror real events or emotions, it is entirely unintentional. The author is not liable for any emotional or psychological effects that may arise while reading this work. This book is created solely for entertainment purposes and should not be seen as a reflection of real-life experiences or relationships. Please, do not copy, distribute, or reproduce any part of this story without permission. Thank you for respecting the author’s creative rights. — Ernest Brooks

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

Damian asked me “Yes! Anna told me about an incident a while ago in New York when Rosie tried to kill Ben and Brian was about to explode but Anna held him and he listened to her, surprisingly!” I assured Damian “Now, tell Anna and ask her to meet up before we go to Brian!” I told him Damian seemed hesitant, I saw his doubtful expression. I added, “Hey, Brother! I’m with you. We will face this together! I promise……” Damian smiled bitterly, “I don’t really think about Brian! I just…..I don’t know, after years I keep it from Anna, now I need to tell her about my feelings. It really makes me worry.”

“You know, Aaron… you should see the playground here. It’s wonderful. Little swings, slides… sunshine on smiling faces, children having so much fun. I bet your daughter loves swings too.” Aaron freezes, pulse spiking, realizing immediately why he had felt so odd about the sound before. “Don’t you dare!” Brooks chuckles quietly, the sound low and smug. “Relax, but it’s probably too late for that. I’m just making conversation. But maybe you should come join me for that coffee after all. Say… Citrine Café, downtown, it’s famous, you should know it. Half an hour.” “I’m not coming.” “That’s fine,” Brooks says, voice still perfectly calm. “Then I’ll give your share of the coffee to her. She’s righ

He grumbles about losing his edge, but he moves with more grace now, like he’s become something more than a soldier, something brighter. Brook spends his mornings in the library, combing through Oceanan battle texts and Altinnian history like a man possessed. He’s still soft-spoken, but when he speaks, people listen. The generals come to him now for strategy. And he smiles a lot more. He’s helping Akin to train young men so we can replenish our army.

Lainie Everest couldn't believe her brother was thinking of having a bonfire in one-hundred-degree weather. "They'll come out to see you hauled to the loony bin," she said with a small laugh. "I think you're crazy, but then, that's never stopped you from carrying out one of your crazy schemes, yet." She took a sip of her coffee as she sat on the edge of her bed—Josh's bed, really—listening to how her brother intended to bring the backwater community of Bull Creek together against Bane Kastner.

I exclaimed. “You need them because I got them for you” Brook responded out of the thin air with much more closed in his arms. “Brooks?” I called out his name with my face showing real horribleness. “What?” He asked innocently “We are here to buy food items this is not shopping for me, What are doing?” I asked confused. “What I am doing? Shopping for you” He giggled and I got frightened. “I am shopping for you because you who artywr do it to yourself, you know I saw some nice clothes over there and I think they will be nice on you,” Brooks said.

Let me tell you, Brooks as we speak has lost his successor right as the next helmsman of his family and has been banished! "He has a Mansion here in East Highland Park! That is how he was able to arrive here in such a short time! In case you also don't know as you guys appear to be dummies. "Brooks came here today to use you to get back at Mr. Wood! And guess what? Aside from these men here right now, he has nothing else to offer you! Your trump card is a total scam! If I was you, I'll return Brianna to Mr. Wood and plead for mercy! Mr. Wood is merciful. I'm sure he will forgive you!"