Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Along the way, he encountered a poster featuring Brindle and Richard's faces. Half-drunk and enraged, Marko reached out to touch Brindle's face, his anger palpable. Placing his hands on the poster, he muttered, "I won't let you have her." He forcefully removed the poster from the wall, tearing Richard's face into pieces that scattered on the floor. He vehemently stepped on Richard's image, letting out an angry roar.

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?"