Brook Wanted Poster Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My survival demands zero assistance from your transport to clear these paths. Your intellect already possesses the data confirming my intoxication, so what hidden subtext drives your tongue to offer a ride? What explicit submission does your wolf expect to harvest from my flesh, huh?” Brooke rapidly stepped into the vacuum, positioning her shoulder between our forms as her head executed a firm, negative shake toward Lucas’s face. “Her internal wolf rejects your presence for this current sun-down. Restrain your pursuit. My own paws will guarantee her safe passage back to her stone quarters.”

I sighed and went back downstairs, my phone beeped. Wanna talk? -Anne Sure, what do you want to talk about? -Brian Come over to the city park. The bench facing the lake. -Anne 'Wow, she really wanted to talk by 8pm. Maybe I'd tell her I liked her today, ' I thought as I picked up my keys from the shelf and locked the doors. I parked my car carefully and came down from the car, I went straight to the said bench. Anne's head was rested on her palm as she stared at the water like she was thinking of something, there was a crate of beer beside her, one bottle was opened and three bottles were empty already, she's probably drunk.

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

I faced away from her. A poster of Wade—saying boldly below the picture of the fourteen-year-old boy, “If you can give any relevant information” above and “Reward is assured” below—and a different picture of Wade McCoy in his school uniform, clearly captured from afar. At this point I thought it wasn’t possible and assumed she might be after the money. I assumed we might just have another fake witness here to give a fake testimony—but I was wrong.

I pressed. Rowan shifted in his seat, then he took a quick glance at me and scoffed. “I don’t have to see him doing it before I know he did it, it’s not his first time, remember?” “So, you think Jake did it?” I asked and he dipped his head in response, “how did he get the pictures he used for the poster?” Rowan chuckled before saying, “I told you that he recorded a video of you that night at Breeze.” He was lying.

"No, you need to rest!" He retorted with a growl, frustration evident in his tone, "Why do you keep avoiding me?" Matching his growl with my own, I shot back, "Why do you keep pursuing me?" Brock's response came with a self-satisfied smirk. "I'm simply informing you that you are my new private intern." My reply was quick and playful, "And what if I decline the offer?" Brock's smile widened, suggesting a veiled threat. "Perhaps your parents are unaware that we're mates. Would you prefer I introduce myself to them as their future son-in-law? Imagine the surprise at dinner."

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

The man who had appeared right after her funeral and promised me a life of stability, one that I never even asked for. I forced myself to smile when though I wasn't in the mood for that. “Thanks... Dad.” The word sound strange on my tongue. Victor chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Damon’s waiting inside. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.” I seriously doubted that. From the few photos I’d seen, my new stepbrother looked like pure trouble. He was tall, dark, and seemed to have an attitude. The heavy front door opened before we even reached it.

His daughter would be with him… and his sister. “Why so glum?” I raised my head to see my brother walking toward me. “I’m not glum.” “You’re in your head, sissy, I can tell.” Brock sat in the chair at the head of the table to my left. “Thinking about Hawk?” I sighed. “Yeah.” “He’s a pretty good guy, Pay.” “You think?” “Yeah.” He smiled. “He’s clean.” “Ohmigod, Brock. You did a background check on him?”

GoldenTicket Bryson's POV The mansion overwhelms me from the moment I step inside with my suitcase. Everything screamed luxury and I felt small just by walking past some furniture. Then there's Julian. The bully from school who made my first week at Blackridge hell, now my stepbrother. The cosmic joke of it all makes my stomach churn. How am I supposed to live under the same roof as the guy who humiliated me in front of half the dining hall? And worst of all, Mom can't stop talking about him.