Bank Brook Author Novels & Stories

Cross introduced. Nice meeting you Brook. Cross' father said as he sent his hands for a handshake and Illebaye's father accepted it. “The pleasure is all mine sir.” And you too Mrs. Brook. “The pleasure is all mine Mr. Lycan.” “And you are?” “Neo Brook Mr. LYCAN.” Neo Brook, the name sounds familiar Yes dad. Cross said Wait a minute. Neo Brook CEO of Brook LTC Company right? And the only beta who rejected his position or should I say his calling to be a CEO? Cross father asked

Brook's mind was spinning and when she felt her father's large hand graze over the swell of her tits through her dress she was sure she would explode. TBC

EMILY POV My lips quivered and I struggled to keep myself in check. Mr. Brook was one of my father's creditors. I'd checked the creditors' list over and over again but I managed to skip his name while paying them off. "Oh shit!" I mumbled. "Would you care to clarify this accusation, Mrs Emily," he said with an air of satisfaction. I figured he had a thing against Leo as they almost murdered each other with their unwavering stares.

Brooklyn looked at him with a blank expression on her face. Why did he need her bank details? Did he doubt her? Did he think that she and Brandon had deposited his money into her account? Her account had only her salary deposited from the restaurant which went to pay for the loan she had taken for her mom’s treatment.

Brook and the management team were pleased with his proposal and so he got the contract. "Thank you, Mr. Brook." He thanked for the umpteenth time. "You deserve it. You're good." Neil encouraged, patting him. Neil Brook was a thirty-four-year-old man. He was a business administrator and consultant and owned his private firm before he took over the running of his dad's company. He got married four years ago and has a little son.

Listening to his mocking tone, Hazel turned her head away and said, "Thanks to you." He would appear here, and she certainly didn't naively think that he came all the way to see her and care for her. He was actually very busy every day, and being able to find his way here showed that he was really putting in effort. "Miss Brook from the Brook family is working as a cleaner in Global, and is even pitiful enough to only be able to hide here and eat bread.....Do you hate me now?" Hazel took a deep breath. "Isn't this what you wanted to see? If I just let go and leave, would you spare Brooks?"

Hopefully, it worked and Brook backed down though. Just like with me, it looked as if she was unaware of what was going on. I didn’t understand what was going on. Not only did she not respond to me, but she was unaffected by the Alpha King as well. Brook was an anomaly, one which I have never encountered before. I wondered if it had to do with who her father was.

He probably didn't see my shocked expression and muttered to himself. How could the poison that Brook had created fail? He was widely known as a budding wizard these days. He was particularly good at preparing magic potions, and he had never failed before. I let my father mutter alone in the living room and rushed to Brook's small apartment. "What did you do? Why didn't the paralysing poison I put in Franklin’s wine do its job?" I asked furiously, pushing on his chest. "All this happened because your poison didn't work. Otherwise, I would have been married to André today!" Brook was confused. He fell on the sofa after I pushed him particularly hard. He hurriedly raised his hands and said: "S

So much for that. "Bolingbrook in New Hampshire," I answered. "Never heard of it," she yawned. Brooke simmered with outrage over that. "You and 99.99% of North America," I joked. "It doesn't change the fact that I kick ass at my job, am constantly underestimated and enjoy making my own way in the world." "And you consider making your own way in the world to be swimming in my father's pool at four in the morning?" she snorted. Her drink was a V-8. No alcohol for her.

If you didn’t count the fact that a hundred of it had been given to me because I’d put my ass in the air. Fuck it. I was going to count that, because I’d damn well earned it. And I refused to be ashamed of it, right now, coasting on the high of having made some money of my own. Fucking gods, was this how Brook felt making multi-million-dollar deals? Did he get a rush from it? I’d always thought he was boring as hell for wanting to spend his time that way, but…maybe he got a thrill out of it, and he wasn’t so dull after all. Maybe we could’ve had some things in common if our parents hadn’t encouraged us to hate each other.