Brooke Banks Novels & Stories

Brooke herself was an unemployed college graduate living off her very wealthy family. What separated Brooke in her mind from Brennan was that she had an exit plan. She had, probably with Trent's connivance, decided to move towards being a 'professional' wife. Trent pulled a social vanishing act so she was allowed some recouping time. I believed she was going to go job hunting. She had a college and sorority network to fall back on so her future looked good.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

"My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest." One of the friends gasped theatrically, as if this were breaking news and not a manufactured scene. "Wait, is this the guy from the pictures? The one from Rich&Unfiltered?" "The one and only wannabe," Brooke raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off Zoe. "Some people just cannot help themselves." She wagged a manicured finger, the same finger that had once threaded through Zoe's own during a funeral, the same hand that had signed her over to men who called her nothing at all.

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

When Brooke's glass was empty, she picked up a cloth, wetted it in the sink, and climbed to the top of a step stool to start wiping the doors of the kitchen cabinets. Rick stood and watched the young hotty work. For one thing, he admired the way her sexy body, especially her ass, swayed as she applied the elbow grease. More importantly, he wanted to be there when the vodka hit her, first to keep her from falling but mostly so he could carry Brooke off to the nearby bed and do what he had been wanting to do ever since he first saw her. He had paid Al handsomely to bring his stepdaughter over for what he expected to be a hot sex session, and he would be paying her the agreed upon amount for as

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Ms. Rivers. Didn't you personally agree to accompany Mr. Storm to pick out your wedding outfits?" Brooke just looked at me in fury. "Wonderful, Theros, just wonderful! You'd better submit the proposal for Storm Group to me before you go home today!" I had only just received the task yesterday, and she was already asking for it today. Moreover, there were less than two hours left until the end of the work day.

Karen's lips pull down into a frown as she shakes her head, "Once, Tamara shared with me that she thinks Brooke does everything for attention, but we all know this isn't the truth." "I enjoy having Brooke around, she has this personality that instantly makes to feel better, and she is always smiling." Monica looks at Brooke and waves at her when she sees her watching in our direction. Brooke instantly returns her smile and waves at us before passing down drinks to the guys in front of the bar. Excusing myself, I walk to Brooke when she beckons me to her. "Hey, I made this new fruit cocktail." She smiles and places an orange-colored drink in front of me in a cocktail glass.

After Brooke relocated back to the Silverwood territories, she claimed a high-prestige den not far from the Bay Residence. It was an ancestral property her parents had left to her before they moved to the Eastern Packs. The Walker family had always looked at her as the future Luna of the West Coast. Grant pulled the armored transport in front of the stone villa and signaled Brooke’s slate. "I’m at the gates. Come out." "Grant... could you... could you come inside and carry me?" Her voice was a strained whimper over the comms. "The silver-ache in my abdomen is so sharp I can’t even shift."

"I'm, glad you made it out safely." Brooke stepped into the room. Her honey blonde hair was bedraggled. Cuts lined her face and arms. Her dirty clothes hung in tatters around her shapely figure. "Where have you been?" She looked up at him and crossed her arms.

"Brooke, I will make you run with my pack yet!" Since her return from the Northern Wastes, Charis had been drowning herself in the administrative wars of Pierce Holdings. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion, desperate to prove to Logan that she was the only female capable of managing his empire. She was counting on Kent to work his magic and lure Brooke away. A week had passed, and she was itching for progress.