Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

I don't even know how the neighbors haven't called the cops for disturbing the peace yet, I can't even hear myself talk. Sighing loudly, rubbing my tired eyes and slamming my history book shut, I walked towards the window. I peeked through my bedroom window blind. I watched as the students from our school laughing and drinking around the bonfire, my brother Jason and his best friend Sean had started before the party animals started to arrive. As I'm looking through the blinds, I noticed all my brothers friends having a good time, empty beer cans covering our grass, and even a few in my mom's flower bed.

he said, snapping his fingers. “We’re stopping him from taking her,” Brook growled. “Let them leave.” “Bruce, have you forgotten our deal? Or would you like me to call the police? I’m sure they will be very interested in what I’ve got to say.” “You won’t say anything Brook , or should I say, Achille?” Brook gasped and his eyes went wide. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his hand shook a little.

“Hey Craig, it’s Blake. Listen I know you guys got the bonus from the IBA, I’m giving you all a bonus if you’ll shut the bar tomorrow for me. Thanks dude.” Ending the call Blake pocketed the phone. He found Brock sitting at his laptop, looking at pictures, a flyer next to him. Picking up the flyer, reading it aloud “Featherlite, we help support new business ideas.” Snatching the flyer out of Blake’s hand Brock raised an eyebrow, “You’ve not been working?” His voice hoarse.

"Whoa whoa, calm down sweetheart, I'm sorry I didn't answer we had a BBQ last night and I left my phone in my bedroom, what's wrong? Are you ok?" "No Brooke I'm not, nothing's going to be ok again, I can't do this!" I'm back to holding the tears in. "I need you to take a deep breath, ok sweetheart? And tell me what's wrong?" "Tuesday night Rogues attacked the pack lands... the... they killed everyone, Brooke... Mom, Dad, Josh, Harley, Carly... everyone's gone!" My sobs are back and I feel so broken. "Oh, goddess no!" I can hear the sheer terror in Brooke's voice as she realizes what's happened.

For the next two days, he did not take the initiative to contact Yves and focused all his energy on filming. During the afternoon break, his agent said to him, "The Brooks Corporation wants to shoot a promotional video with you. Do you want to meet their people and talk?" "Brooks Corporation?" Lucas was surprised and thought of Maxwell. The manager nodded. "That's right. It's the very famous Brooks Corporation in Harbor City. They just bid for a piece of land and want to develop it into a new super community. They plan to film a promotional video and want you to be their publicity ambassador."

The sun was already setting, casting a golden-red glow over everything. I spotted a group of girls holding up a poster that read: “Brant, we love you!” Yeah. Everyone loves him. If you didn’t catch that, yes, that was sarcasm. I walked up to them, slipping my hands into my jacket pockets and tugging it tighter around me. “Hello, ladies. Brant, right?” “We’re always rooting for him,” said the one with the sharp bob and too much eyeliner. “He always wins—the races, the fights…”

There was a caption below the picture saying "Carson Wells going Brokeback." The people on the hallways were laughing when they saw the poster and I could see some of Carson's manslut's friends shaking their heads in disbelief. I heard heavy footsteps up and ahead and like the crowd parted like the red sea. In the middle was Carson charging at us looking all flustered. In his hand, he was clutching a poster of himself. Here we go. "Ambree! You did this, did you?" he snarled. Ambree just smiled innocently, "What do you mean?" she said. I was watching from the

and before I could reply I hear a frantic Nathaniel's voice calling me. "Brooke! We have a problem!" Oh, that doesn't sound good especially when we are about to go on stage. "What problem?" Nathaniel pulled out a magazine. I took it from him and my eyes widen at what I saw on the front of the magazine then I flipped through the magazine not believing what I'm seeing. "When the hell did they publish this?" I asked shocked. "It's today's magazine." "What's wrong?" Daniel asked. "This!" I yelled out showing him the magazine. The pictures in the magazine are the same as the models have on now. I don't know how the hell this happened. I wish Martin was here to help me.

Nick threatened, snapping out his fangs and claws as he spoke she’d know that he meant business. Brooke laughed at that, like she was at a live comedy show and the comedian had just shared a refreshing and relatable joke unlike the ones that had been regurgitated and retold by a million others. Nick dashed towards us, his eyes turning to reddened beads as he stretched his hands out to make good on his promise to rip her head off. “Another step and I rip her worthless heart out.” Brooke immediately dug out her claws and sunk two into my chest, just inches away from my heart.

Lisa typed out in frustration and hit the send button without bothering to give his triggering message a second thought. "A profile like mine? What's with my profile, can you tell me?" Brook's response was nonchalant, a tone that seemed to carry no weight. "Will you stop playing dumb? What's with the picture on your profile? How does that represent who you are, for goodness' sake!" Her reply came swiftly, the sting of disappointment still fresh after mistaking Brook for Ethan.