Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

"Well, yes, kind of, but not really-" "Immediate family?" The guy asked. "Um, no," Brooke said. "Only immediate family or previous visitors allowed," the guy said. "Please leave." "But-" "The door is twenty paces behind you," the guy said. He was only young, with dark hair. "I have visited before. Last year," Brooke said. "I was with their son." "Name?" The guy sighed. "Brooklyn Fox." The guy typed something onto the computer and shrugged. "There's no record of you. Please leave." "But-"

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.

“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.

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."

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.

Minutes later, Brooke arrived, wearing that same irritating grin. “Look who we have here,” he said smoothly. “You look stunning, as always.” “I’ll go straight to the point, Mr Brooke,” I said. “You will cancel the announcement you made. You know Emily isn’t the blue wolf, and the consequences go far beyond her.” I watched him closely and noticed the slight twitch of his jaw. “I’ll marry you in return,” I added. “But you must not challenge Zayne. Not now. Not in the near future. Do we have a deal?”

No more smug smiles, no more power at his beck and call. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Zander said beside me, his arm finally out of the sling. The scar on his shoulder was still pink and angry, but he was getting better every day. “Yeah,” I replied, leaning into his side. “But it doesn’t bring Dad back.” Zander kissed the top of my head. “Nothing will. But we finished what he started. That’s something.” Brick walked up to us, grinning from war to ear. “Serpents are done. Most of their guys scattered or got picked up in the sweeps. Iron Wolves got full clearance from the feds. Clean slate, brothers.”