Brook Yohohoho Novels & Stories

"Next question." "Which high school were you in before you left?" "I wasn’t in high school. I was at university." "Oh. Which one?" "Dolhq University." "Doll-h-q? Want does that mean in English?" "It doesn’t have a meaning. Want to know anything else?" "Uhh... What’s your favourite colour?" "Grey. Like your skirt." "Do you like animals?" "Yes, mostly Fdwv." "What is that?" "It's a cat." He replied as the waitress returned with our food and drinks.

The endless flashing lights of the paparazzi were starting to feel like a headache. Julian stood on the bright red carpet, a tall, silent figure in denim and tattoos, trapped between the O'Brian family. Ariel was practically glued to his side. Her fingers dug hard into his arm, holding him with a possessive grip that made his skin burn. To the thousands of people watching the live video streams, they looked like the ultimate power team: the king of hockey, his beautiful girlfriend, and the billionaire who owned the city.

He wasn't much of a fighter, but he seemed happy to run about after the others, Sam now included. Once they were in the courtyard t didn't take them long to locate Alfie, hiding at the end of the field with his group of mates. He was part of what Sam termed the B crowd—the ones who were popular but not quite A list popular. His mates all stood up a little straighter as Jayce's gang approached. They puffed out their chests and lifted their chins... doing anything they could to bridge the huge height difference. This lot hadn't jumped in to save him this morning, so why were they suddenly getting brave?

“No no, it’s just Bryan.” “Who are you calling?” Without even waiting for my response, Bryan walked to my side. “Rosie?! Hey guurl, it’s been so long! How are you?” “Hi Bryan,”Rosie greeted awkwardly as she didn’t expect Bryan’s big-ass face coming to the screen. “I’m good. What about you?” “Just fine. Working with your boyfriend here is stressful, but I can still handle it.” I smacked the back of his head, making him groan.

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

Sofia knelt down in front of her, “Brooky you’re not a mistake, he’s the mistake, he’s a loser Brooklyn.” Brooklyn shook her head, “no he’s not,” she sobbed, “I’m the loser, I’m the mistake, I’m weak, I’m too young, I’m not experienced, “I’m not enough, I never have been and never will be enough for anyone,” she looked up and shook her head, “lock me up and through away the key, leave me in a room and forget me please Daddy.”