Bank Brook Author Novels & Stories

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

"Cum with me, Daddy. Fill that tight girlhole with hot daddy cum!" Brook was stunned by her mother's dirty mouth. She'd never heard them talking like that the times she'd heard them from inside their bedroom. But she felt a bizarre kind of pride and admiration for her mother to be able to express herself that way. It was just how she hoped she could be, but then again, if she had a cock like Tom's pounding her pussy the way he was pounding into Janice, Brook realized she could be anything she damn well pleased.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

I picked it up and saw that my name was attached to the delivery address. I checked it carefully and was shocked. It was a bag from the adult toys shop! It was the same one as back in that order. My head cleared up. Brook had made an order for adult toys in my name. What on earth did he buy? The empty bag did not give me much information. In order to not arouse suspicion, I cast aside the bag and quickly returned to our table. When Brook saw me, he immediately beckoned me over in a friendly manner. “Jake, you sure took a long time! Did you vomit in the washroom? Don’t go cheating now. Come on! Keep drinking!”

But you can read it on Wattpad, Booknet or Anystories. Today was the day. Brooke and Brian's wedding. Brooke Parker was now a successful twenty-six year old CEO of her father's company which once crumbled down due to a family issue but was brought back up by her. She was seen as an idol by many aspiring businesswomen. She was also known to be a kind woman who generously donated to charity. Brian Smith was now a twenty-seven year old self made CEO of a rising company. It was interesting to see that these two young CEOs of their respective companies competed with each other in the market whereas in their private life they were lovers.

I would never want my father to assume there was something still going on between Travis and me. “Okay, okay, I'm sorry.” She whispered and lay beside me. “Let me tell you something interesting. I met a guy.” “Oh really?” I sat up and smiled. Brook isn't really into men. She's not “bi” but because of her traumatic experience. I was excited to know who the person was. “Well, his name is Steven. He owns…” She went on to talk about him for a long period that I started feeling drowsy. She was so excited.

Brook as she cleaned the blood off my hand. “I haven’t gotten that far yet,” I admitted. “Dean is… I mean, he isn’t…. I can’t let this stand, Brook. I can’t let Alpha Brent insult my family like this or me. I have to get my father out of there, and I can’t do it at the cost of staying here.” “So, another war then,” Brook said with a frown on her lips.

“What’s reckless about using one’s magic to help others? He did nothing wrong. If anything, he prevented a larger mess from happening.” I can feel Brook tense beside me, like he’s bracing for whatever backlash might come next. He’s still silent, still not defending himself, and I wonder how long he’s been conditioned to simply take whatever harsh words are thrown his way. River, however, can’t help but chime in again, his voice dripping with false innocence. “Perhaps if Brook focused more on his responsibilities and less on showing off, things like this wouldn’t happen.” I shoot River a glare, and for a brief moment, I wish I had some magic that could put him in his place. But I don’t. All I

Zariah’s POV The bank was old-Atlanta money, marble and brass on Peachtree, the kind of institution that kept its vault behind three courtesies and a signature card. My name was on that card. I hadn't known that either. I learned it standing at the manager's mahogany desk while a soft-spoken man in a gray suit pulled the access record for box eleven forty-seven and turned it toward me, and I saw my father's careful architect's printing, Marcus A. Brooks, beside a second line, a co-signatory, added years ago, in a signature I had never once written on this or any other bank document. Zariah D. Brooks. My own name, forged in my father's hand, made an executor I'd never agreed to be, given the

David visited Mariane’s work to meet the owner of the company. “Mr. Cruz… Good morning. What brings you here?” The old lady greeted him as soon as he entered her office. “Good morning, Mrs. Brook.” Mrs. Brook smiled and sat on her swivel chair. She offered the chair in front of her desk to David. “Have a seat, please. Do you want some coffee? Tea? Water? Or Juice?” She asked. “No. I’m okay. I will not stay for too long as well. I will not hesitate any longer and will direct my aim here to you. You had an employer named Mariane Ramos.” Mrs. Brook mouthed an ‘Oh’ at what she just had heard from him.