Romans & histoires Brook Wanted Poster

Fake Younger Brother “It was an honor to meet the director of BK Entertainment!” “No, the honor was mine.” “Wow, I had no idea you’d be such a tall and handsome guy! Our agency’s kids were going absolutely crazy. Crazy!” “Haha. Is that so.” “Mr. Gabriel, reconsider. I’ve booked a really great place for the after-party…” “Unfortunately, I have another schedule. I’ll be going now.” I cut off the middle-aged man’s conversation with a perfunctory smile.

Stepping outside I inhaled the fresh air, "I don't know if I still want to do this." Brooke frowned at me, "if you say no, I'll tell them where they can put it." I groaned, "it's not fair, like what do I even say to him? If I knock the shit out of him do you think he would press charges?" Brooke died laughing, "nah, I think he would just look at you like you were crazy and go smoke a blunt somewhere." Cranking her car Brooke looked over at me, "how about we tell them to meet us at the park by the house? It's getting dark so not many people will be there."

However, when he sat on his hind legs, his eyes never leaving Brooks, I understood he’d agreed to let Wade take him. “What? What’s going on?” Brooks asked, shifting to look at Wade. “How did you know where I was? And where did Beckett go? Are those?” He didn’t finish his question. I knew it was because he’d spotted Thorne’s clothes at Wade’s feet. “Holy shit!” Brooks ran his fingers through his hair, his mouth falling open as he glanced back at the wolf and then to the pile of clothes. “He’s a monster! He’s one of them freaks people in town have talked about! Call the cops, Fane! Call the National Guard! Get the fucking FBI out here!” The wolf growled. It demanded all of our attention.

Hit me up. Then another: Homewrecker. And another: Daddy issues much? I turn my phone face-down on the floor, but I can still hear it buzzing against the floor. When I finally look up through blurred vision, Maya Brooks is standing at the end of the hallway. The student manager clutches her practice schedule against her chest, staring at me with something that might be pity. "Maya" I start to call out. Instead she turns and walks away quickly, her sneakers squeaking on the floor.