Ally Brooke Movie Novels & Stories

"No more letting people like Amber make you doubt us." "Very caveman of you." "You bring out my protective instincts." Jules found us ten minutes later, looking stressed. "Okay, so Amber definitely posted about you two on her I*******m. And it's spreading. Fast." She showed me her phone. Sure enough, Amber had posted a vague but damaging story: Some people have no shame. Dating your stepbrother while he has a baby on the way? Classy. The comments were brutal. "Great," I muttered. "This is going to be fun."

“Okay, so just to be clear, we’re heading into potentially trap-filled territory to hunt down Freya’s long-lost dad and mystery brother, could be walking straight into an evil-organization ambush, minimum a week of travel through places none of us know.” George shrugged. “Pretty much.” She grinned. “Sounds kinda fun. Like a super weird, possibly lethal double date.” I almost laughed despite everything. “That’s… one way to frame it.” “Camping under the stars, campfire meals, fighting for our lives together.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “Very romantic.” “You’ve got a twisted idea of romance,” George muttered, but he was smiling now. “You love it.” “God help me, I do.”

Her eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, but she didn’t speak. I went on. “Her name was Isabelle Beaumont. We were together for three years. She was the first woman I ever thought about settling down with. We were already designing our future, and I was stupidly, and recklessly in love.” My jaw clenched, but I forced myself to continue. “Then… I found out she was sleeping with Damien.” Selena’s lips parted slightly, shock flickering through her expression. “What?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. My own brother. I walked in on them. He didn't even show any form of remorse.”

Tom laced his fingers with Brooke's hand as they sat around with a ring of people. One man sat telling a story of the how he battled a giant cockroach in a tunnel beneath the base one day. It was hard to tell if it was completely made up or had a little basis in truth. Brooke leaned over to him. "Are you ready?" She whispered. He squeezed her hand. "Of course." "Els got us a good spot. Nice and quiet. Well, not for long," she purred.

Brooke POV They caught the idiot. He was told to wait until there weren’t many people around, so what did he do? He takes the shot in the middle of the girls’ defence training. It is so hard to find good help these days. I hope Alpha Graham skins him alive to get information out of him. Not that he’ll get much the idiot doesn’t know who hired him. He was just given instructions which he apparently couldn’t follow. He won’t be missed. So now I have to improvise. From what I was told about the drug the little slut should be out of it for at least another three maybe four hours. It’s enough time to get her delivered to Jake. I don’t know why my Kyle is still playing this game. Pretending to car

Brooke grins and she sights Chris from her peripheral vision noticing them. "What is wrong with you?" Stephanie hisses as everyone goes back to their businesses. Brooke shrugs, "I needed to get someone's attention." "Who?" Brooke smirks as Stephanie notices Chris heading towards them. "Brooke Dawson! I'll get you for this," she threatens and turns to walk away but Brooke pulls her back by holding her wrist. "You're not going anywhere." Stephanie begins to struggle to get out of Brooke's grip. "Let me go," She commands as Chris draws nearer.

Marla's grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough. "Brooke!" Libra gasped. "You are fucking my sister's ass with Cáel dick." "I am, aren't I?" Brooke seemed surprised with herself. "Feels great Brooke," Marla sniggered. "Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me." Three more strokes and Brooke's hand would no longer fit between Marla's tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.

Brooke yells, her high voice getting completely distorted with massive pain, feeling like the muscle would be tom straight from her bone at any moment. “But… but if our hands pull his jaw off your skin, won't the teeth rip you open more?” the rogue men hesitate, their boots shifting. They can only kick their heavy toes at my ribs, way too wary to make a real move. Brooke, grinding her white teeth through the agony, barks loudly, “Grab my silver gun from the table! And bring that little twin cub we caught in the woods today! You wanna play tough with my life, Mars Reed? My claws will send your soul and your daughter straight to hell together!”

I didn’t think about my stepbrother’s infuriating presence that always threw me off guard as if I had any protection shield before he appeared. It was evening time. It was getting extra crowded. We packed our bags and stood up, wanting to take a walk. We walked along the park path, our arms linked together. “That could be you and Martil.” Percy joked, pointing at a couple that sat very close on a bench as they did their thing. I scoffed, “It isn’t possible.” “Why?” I turned to her, “Don’t you understand? He is my stepbrother.” “And?” She shrugged.

I could never imagine losing him or someone taking advantage of my brother. I firmly remarked, "Miranda, we need to talk," observing her look of surprise upon hearing me. "I don't think there's any reason for discussion now, Ang. You've already made up your mind about me, so what's the use of this chat?" she responded with a serious voice. "It's about your divorce with my brother," I said, which was not what she expected. The arrogance of her to think I'd stand by after learning of her infidelity against my brother!