Ally Brooke Movie Novels & Stories

“Mr. Brooke, we will inform you about it tomorrow once we have studied it. So you can go home and relax.” “How can I relax when a killer is on the loose and Logan Brown has escaped,” Brooke said it aloud. “Mr. Brooke, you need not worry as I think we have got him. I will give you the details about it tomorrow. Now if you will excuse me. we all need to go home.” Saying this Damian Bush rushed out followed by his subordinates. Brooke had no choice but to follow him out. He had found nothing. ******************************************* Hudson, Callie, and Steffanie were sitting outside the ICU and waiting for the doctor to come out and tell them about the situation.

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

I watched his wonderful figure walked away. I went into the ladies washroom to do my business before class. At the sink, I washed my hands and felt an unfriendly presence behind me. Brooke. "Are you messing around with my boyfriend?" she asked, eyes blazing and piercing through to my soul with her friends at her side as usual. "You're about to learn your first lesson, Africa's baboon! Beat her ass!" she commanded to her minions and they both latched onto me like bull sharks.

“Stay the hell away from me.” He let his hand drop. “When these six weeks are over, we go back to being strangers. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I held his gaze long enough to make sure he saw exactly how little that promise meant to me. “Good night, stepbrother.” Then I turned and walked away, refusing to look back. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was watching me leave, and I hated that some part of me desperately wanted him to follow.

Was he seeking for a death sentence? Alpha Kane let go of me and turned with the intent of going closer to Alex. I was sure he was about to remind Alex who he was talking to. I placed my hand on his arm, and he looked at me as I shook my head. I didn’t want him fighting my brother over me. Just then, mother hurried over. “Alpha Kane, I’m so sorry for his behavior. He’s just a brother watching over his sister,” she said apologetically. “Brother?” He asked, raising a brow. He looked at me and I nodded.

Only then did the brothers exhale in relief. "Why would you do this? She was your sister! I thought Sophia was the little bitch causing trouble, but who knew you two contributed to her abuse? She was your biological sister. How could you do that to her?" Zachary had never been eloquent, but he didn't need to be. He was sobbing like a child, and his raw anguish was enough to make even the stoic policemen tear up. Gerald and Gary were stunned, unable to process what was happening before they were shoved into a police car.

A thin trail of smoke drifted into the air. "Control yourself. "Don't show that face when we get home," he commanded coldly. "If you breathe a single word to your mother about what happened today, I cannot guarantee the safety of the people you care about out there. Do you understand?" I could only remain silent, hugging myself in the middle of that desolate loading dock. Not only was my stepbrother mysterious, but he also occupied the highest position in the food chain I had just entered. "Let’s go," he said, pulling the car door open roughly. "Enough drama for today. We need to dispose of the evidence of this car."

His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto mine without flinching. He didn’t look like a man standing at someone else’s wedding. He looked like a man securing a deal. I forced myself forward, each step echoing like a countdown. Maybe if I stalled long enough, Alexander would call this off. But deep down, I knew better. Hope had no place in a Westwood deal. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant began, “we are gathered here today to witness the union of Alexander Westwood and Aria Bennet…” My fingers shook around my bouquet. My gaze darted to the back doors, praying Ethan would burst through and save me.

"They played that poor girl for a fool..." But that was only the beginning. After the recording, a video began to play. The first shot was of St. Mary's Academy. Then, the camera focused on a hallway. Isabella appeared on screen, looking younger but with a cruel smirk on her face. She and a few other girls were cornering a thin, scared-looking teenage Rose. "Look at the charity case, can't even afford lunch," the younger Isabella sneered. "And you want to compete with me for prom queen? In your dreams!"