Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

With this time alone, maybe they would. “I’ll meet you guys at the amusement park or at least try to. I have to head home and talk to my father.” I stared. I could guess what they were going to talk about, and I’m sure I’d be right. ~BROOKE~ Brooke stood in Sandino’s bedroom doorway, leaning to the side, putting most of her weight against the siding of the doorway. He lay flat on his back in bed, eyes closed and earphones on, moving his head to the beat. Brooke put a smile on her face and then she felt guilty. Her smile was now gone and all she wanted to do was leave. She walked away.

"Target parking his vehicle. One block north of the school." On another monitor, I could see Brock's car. A rental. Dark blue sedan. He parked in front of a coffee shop. Sat in the driver's seat for a moment. Checking his phone. Looking around. "He's nervous," Agent Park observed. "Good. Nervous people make mistakes." Brock got out of his car. He was wearing jeans and a baseball cap. Trying to look casual. Trying to blend in. But his body language was tense. His head kept turning. Scanning for threats.

After all, Zachary had previously exposed Brook's ties to human trafficking. Even though a butler had taken the fall back then, Hanson now realized that Brook was far from simple. He messaged Zachary. "When are you coming to Imperia?" Zachary responded, "Not for now. Brook must still be investigating me. As long as I don't show up, he'll remain anxious. When people are anxious, they make mistakes. Just keep an eye on things for me." After agreeing, Hanson subconsciously tightened his grip on his phone.

Can I. Blake's disturbed when the driver announces that we have arrived at the pizza place "come on let's go have pizza I am sure you hungry ?" We make our way to the small pizzeria with Zach waiting outside surprise he's in another tailored suit a dark grey colour ,when he sees us coming he smiles my heart does a little dance. No, no i can't go there he does look good only if he weren't a closet psychopath.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

And just when Sweet Poison gives me another spin, pulling my body so close I'm pressed against his chest, I catch Luca storming towards us. That's when I give my girls the signal, and they grab the poster that has been sitting there all this time—unseen. Then, they hold it up for everyone to see. "HAPPY BREAK-UP DAY, LUCA!" reads the poster in big, bold, glittery letters. And me? I rise onto my tiptoes, grab Sweet Poison by the lapel of his jacket, and press my lips against his— Because if I’m going to ruin a man’s evening, I might as well do it properly.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

Brook immediately shifted into his gray wolf, leaving his clothes in shreds on the ground as I unconsciously pulled Amanda into my arms. The two animals battled on the group for close to five minutes before we saw no movement between the two. Brooke was on the ground while the rogue was on top of him, “ Brooke.” Amanda's terrifying voice broke the silence.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked, making her way forward.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked when a growl came from Brook's wolf followed by movement. The rogue fell off him, and Brookes's wolf got up from the floor. His eyes shifted from me to Amanda; blood was gushing out of his arm, and I could tell he wasn't feeling good.

There was a led screen taking up a whole wall playing a movie that she knew hadn't released yet. Wow. She never thought it could happen like this. This wasn't a movie premiere. Anyway, she didn't mind it. She could know the spoilers and act like a guessing God before Jake and Chris. Their worshiping eyes would be a rewarding experience for her. Lia smiled brightly at this scene. "Mr. Brooks, welcome. Your brother, a pity." A boisterous old man spoke. "Hello, Mr. Liam. Nice to meet you." Aster answered politely. He didn't feel the need to address about his brother.

Since we were all teamed together, we all get to share the victory. “What’s this about a flag?” Brooke asks, walking up behind me with a plate in hand. “I keep hearing something around the complex about how my sister’s a total badass.” She waggles her eyebrows, setting her plate on the table and kicking a leg over the bench, sliding in to take a seat beside me.