Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

The flier had a bunch of promotions and events, and the logo matched the one on the box of matches. “What about the werewolf insignia I drew? Anything on that?” Bronx shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I went yesterday. So, it was pretty quiet. Though there was this smoking hot bartender with a star tattoo over her eye that wanted a piece of your Boi, I was like, ‘No, not unless you give me information,’ and she was like, ‘Maybe we can find someplace quiet to-’” “Bronx, can you just get to the point?” I asked, grabbing the bridge of my nose. I forgot how much he liked play-by-play.

Blood pools in the grooves—thick, dark, like signature ink. I pull out my burner and snap a photo. I fucking wish she were here carving this into him. But I know she'll get off just fine seeing the finished work. I turn to War. "What do you think?" His smirk returns. Crooked. Eyes still locked on the blood. "Should've gone deeper." I chuckle low, reaching for the plastic bag in my case. "Oh, don't worry. I've brought something special for that." My fingers close around what's inside.

Leah and Cynthia gasp, "how, how did, it's gone all of it?" I feel soft hands touch my back and I snap my head over my shoulder, a smile beaming on my face, "Braddock's mark did this." I lower my shirt and look at them, Chris and Steve seem unphased, but Cynthia and Leah are stunned. I walk over to Braddock and hug him from behind as he prepares our breakfast, "smell's yummy." I walk over and sit on a stool and drink my juice. Chris clears his throat, "uhm, not to sound insensitive, but what's the big deal? Steve just sips his coffee and shrugs.

Eric- “What is up?” I asked Brook after she asked me to come to see her in Tate’s office. “I need you to be in Blackwater, Colorado by tomorrow night.” Brook said, getting straight to the point. I tried not to groan. It has been a little over two months and we haven’t been successful with helping anyone. Most that contacted the website had been just a waste of time. Just teens messing around and sending me on a wild hunt.

That face of hers would pucker up like a petrified ass crack. "Well, is it true or not?" "Is what true, T?" "Is your boy making time with little Kerry or not?" Clancy looked around as if searching for wandering ears. "Well, don't say I told you, but he went yesterday and made an offer on that big ole place on Bakersridge." Their mouths fell open, and the questions started. Clancy held up his hands. "That's all I'm telling cause that's all I know. What I can tell you is that he was all fired up to get back to the city until he met her."

Let me tell you, Brooks as we speak has lost his successor right as the next helmsman of his family and has been banished! "He has a Mansion here in East Highland Park! That is how he was able to arrive here in such a short time! In case you also don't know as you guys appear to be dummies. "Brooks came here today to use you to get back at Mr. Wood! And guess what? Aside from these men here right now, he has nothing else to offer you! Your trump card is a total scam! If I was you, I'll return Brianna to Mr. Wood and plead for mercy! Mr. Wood is merciful. I'm sure he will forgive you!"

He asked carefully. Brooke took a deep breath like it took a lot out of her to just talk about it. “North from here.” She replied vaguely. “Are you sure it hasn’t been taken down by Werewolf Hunters?” He asked out loud the first thought that plagued him when she mentioned it. Brooke’s answer came immediately. “No.” She replied with conviction, petting Sugar with a deep concentration reserved for other far important things. Kris waited for her to continue, letting her take her time.

Felix came down from the stairs with a scowl resting on his face. "You're gonna drive us?" "Do you think so?" His brow arched as he inched forward to grab an apple from the basket. "Don't you have classes for university?" Liam questioned. He tsked, shaking his head in a no. "Mine starts from next week. Bummer." "Then who is gonna---" "We will." The uncles---twins answered from behind. Luca placed his glass down with a smirk. "Uncle Adrian, I thought last night you clearly said no?"

As she knew the Brook’s well, the Brook’s would definitely be very lively in the courtyard tonight. Certainly, as she expected, on the screen, it was lit up in Brook’s courtyard, where Coral was sitting on the swing and rocking back and forth, wearing a beautiful bare-shoulder dress, her pretty curly hair ruffled to one shoulder, her pretty almond-shaped eyes looking ahead, and the corners of her mouth hooked up in a smug arc. In the direction of her sight, Brady Brook and his wife Grace Brook stood there. In the center of the courtyard, a middle-aged guy in a white robe was holding a plate of destiny in his hand and talking in whispers, then he picked up a brush and drew some strange patter

Feeling annoyed by the disturbance, Carl Black frowned deeply and looked up, only to see Daniel Brooke standing beside him. Raising his eyebrows, Carl Black smirked, "Mastermind Mr. Brooke, what a pleasant surprise. Did you come here to watch the show?" Spreading his hands on either side, he smiled and added, "Look at me. I am totally defeated by you. You destroyed my life completely. Are you happy now?"