Novel & Cerita Bank Brooks Novels

"It's one of my favorites." Brock stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord." The author was L. R. Gloucester. He'd once adored novels, but his father had sold nearly all of them. "Thank you," he said, holding the book reverently. "I'm afraid I am still at a loss as to your name. Which one of Rosalind's brothers are you?" Joanna came another step closer, almost within arm's reach. "How do you know about us?" he asked, his eyes searching the room for something he could use to bind her hands together. The only thing he saw was the dark-blue ribbon in her hair and the lovely sash around her waist. But how to go about it

"I'm not running from anything." Brooks hummed low, as if he didn't quite believe me. "Right. Of course not." The room seemed to shrink, as if the walls had closed in on me while I wasn't looking. Brooks was a master of moving around people, pushing them, poking at their defenses just to see where they would crack. And currently, I could see that he was having the time of his life. "See, you know," he thought, his voice dropping slightly, "I don't know, how much of you is really you? And how much is just whatever Tristan permits you to be? Tristan can be quite controlling."

Brooks's brows raised as he asked out," Why did you leave the bed?" Mrs.Brooks looked at her husband and answered," I'm just going to the kitchen to fill up the empty water jar. I'm feeling a little thirsty." She takes the empty jar from the small table beside the bed. Mr.Brooks nodded to hear her. While she left the bedroom. After filling the water jar when she was going back to her bedroom, her eyes noticed someone going towards the stairs. Mrs. Brooks's brows immediately twisted with a frown as she walked fast to stop the person from going on the stairs the next moment.

Mia swallowed the irritation rising in her throat. “Your mother said you’re ready,” he continued. “Are you?” “Yes, I am.” Her answer came immediately. Martin leaned back in his chair before tossing a file across the desk. “Then read that.” Mia opened it. The first thing that caught her attention was the name boldly printed on the first page. Ethan Brooks. Her heartbeat slowed. Everyone knew the Brooks. The Scotts were wealthy and influential, but the Brooks operated on an entirely different level. Across the country, their name commanded respect and fear. No one challenged them.

Climbing off the top bunk, I stretched. “Merry Christmas,” Brooks said from the bottom bunk. “Merry Christmas,” I muttered back. I’d given it a lot of thought last night, I was going to try to distance myself from Brooks a bit. I’d sort of fallen into a friendship with him under false pretenses. He’d been the one to show me the ropes, claiming that no one would touch him because his father paid off the guards. Nothing could be further than the truth. No one would touch him because he stabbed people in the neck with pencils. And after the guard’s ominous warning yesterday, I was wary about spending time with him.

“It means whatever happened that night… wasn’t random.” •••••••••••••••• Adrik The safehouse where I met Agent Brooks was quiet—no one around but the hum of a vending machine in the hallway. Brooks sat casually at the edge of a table, files in hand, smug as always. His coat was still wet with snow, tie loosened. An image of stress and cunny behavior. “You said you had something for me.” He slid a folder across the table. “I did some digging. Your mother’s case file was… messy. But I found something.”

However, a breath sucked in, the cold pain in her stomach driving her mad, and she instantly fell back. "Haven't fallen yet?" One of the servants laughed, "Who doesn't know now? Mr. Brook has been accused of bribery and taking lives. Miss, you've been sleeping with the second-generation wealthy guys. Early this morning, many of the wealthy firms that used to be on good terms with Mr. Brook sent people to turn the house upside down. They took away whatever was associated with them, tore up what they couldn't take, clearly indicating that they want nothing to do with the Brook family anymore."

was going to be the most hated headline in the financial district. I hadn't slept. The silence of the mansion was heavy, a constant reminder of the night I had spent wondering if I would ever see Lena alive again. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her pale face and the way she had collapsed in my arms. Daniel Brooks had crossed a line he couldn't uncross. He thought he was playing a game of hide-and-seek, but he had invited a monster into his world.

I just don’t get it. I quietly stare at her, my mind racing. I am sick of the threats, but more importantly, why does Brook want my baby gone? I get Noah’s reasons, as twisted as they are, but what are Brooks reasons? Noah is her brother-in-law. Her sister’s been gone for two years. Any normal person would be urging him to move on. He’s not even thirty; his whole life is still stretched out ahead of him. So why is Brook standing in my house, warning me away from hiM? Is it about guarding Chloe’s place in his heart forever? Or is it fear? Fear that if I’m anywhere near Noah, I might expose them and she’ll lose her comfortable life?

“Sir…” Perry hesitated, “Recently, through my interactions with Miss Brooks, I've noticed something unusual about her. I'm afraid these past years haven't been as good for her as you think.” Cameron paused his writing. “What do you mean?” “Miss Brooks has scars, more than one. She talks in her sleep and sometimes cries. And after a conflict, her first reaction is always to apologize, even if it's not her fault.” Perry was both meticulous and suspicious. “And she seems overly careful.”