Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

"Yeah?" "I actually..." I looked out the window again. "Could you drop me somewhere else?" "Sure." He glanced at me briefly before looking back at the road. "Where do you want me to drop you off?" "The... Bedroot Estate." I said. "The rich neighborhood?" He frowned. "Yeah." I nodded. "What are you doing there?" He looked surprised. My mind scrambled for an answer. "My mom has a friend there. She asked me to stop by and pick something up." I lied.

With a look of hesitation on Brook's face, he stood silently at the door for a couple of minutes, and then after waiting a few more seconds, he stared at the time on his watch and then knocked. "It is open. Come in," Rome's said with his focus on his phone. The door immediately opened, and Brook walked into the suite, shutting it gently behind him. Then he approached Rome with a folder in his hand, and when he reached him, he rested the folder on the table.

" I blinked rapidly. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, and i was trying to control it. Because that was not a time to cry. I looked at Hayes, but he was looking at Ronan now not me. Suddenly, there was a crack. Everyone jumped. The wooden arm of Hayes chair had snapped. Hayes looked down at the broken wood, then slowly looked up. His eyes... They were glowing again, it was silver this time, not crimson. But it was beautiful. Then he looked directly at Ronan. And asked— “You made a bet on my mate?”

“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.

He said in a husky calm voice. I was about to say something until someone decided to interrupt. "There you are buddy! I was screaming the hell out of me but nobody showed up. And you're hiding in your room?" The man pointed a finger toward Artemis and said angrily. "Stop bothering me, Leo. Just get out of my house." Artemis sighed before pushing me behind him. What the hell is going on? Am I that ugly to get out of my room? "You've a riding match this afternoon bro. It's almost time. Get ready. We're gonna pick up Linda and Robert on the way." The man, Leo, checked his Rolex and said.

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.

"Just without Harry." Brooke frowned. "W-what-" "You'll attend school, go to work, do everything as normal, but you won't go near Harry. He won't go near you." "And how are you going to stop us from seeing each other?" Brooke snapped. "Ah, I'm glad you asked that, Brooke," Ben grinned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph. "No!" Brooke gasped, seeing the person in the photo. "She's got nothing to do with this! She's innocent-"