Brooke Banks Novels & Stories

the caller pressed on “ I need evidence that she is not Vanessa before clearing her out ” the caller explained “ okay I will give it a shot ” the person replied “ I need it to be smoothly done , do not raise cause for suspicion ” the caller warned before hanging up . **** *Brooke's Home * Mr Brookes climbed the spiral staircase and turned right heading to his room , he was lost in thought , everything seemed exhausting . He could hear the running tap, he knew Sloan was in the tub crying her eyes out but he cared less

Brooke went home and hurried her way through shower and breakfast. She got dressed in a royal blue short sleeved shirt and a white embroidered long skirt, her blue stilettos complimenting her outfit. She made a quick work of her hair in a french knot hairdo and applied just a little bit of make-up. Once she was ready, she drove towards the brewery. She parked her car on the parking block and walked towards the brewery, where Nathan was already there to greet her.

Zee walked in with a young ladies and a man, dragging a clothing rack bearing three sleeveless jumpsuits and sleeved shirts on hangers. “What you asked for… Ma’am,” Zee said. “These two are from ‘The Exclusive’ boutique just a few blocks away. It was going to take too much time to get Anika here with some clothes prior to Mr. Goldman’s arrival, and the nearest DC (Donna’s Closet—Diana’s brand) branch was too far”

“I’m Brooke, Eloá’s advisor. Welcome.” She shakes Saulo’s hand before turning to Eloá with a warm smile. Brooke is more than just an advisor. She is one of the people responsible for helping international students settle into campus life. During Eloá’s first year, she will assist her with university paperwork, adjustments, and any support she might need. She is also responsible for closely monitoring her academic progress, making sure she has a solid foundation while adapting to her new environment. “I’m going to be your first friend here,” Brooke says with a wink.

She was different from the other girls I’d been with, just the same way Anna was. Could it be possible that they were the same person? I wondered and quickly shook my head, dismissing the thought. I met her in Brigdon, whereas from Rita’s reports, Anna seems to have lived her life in Delroy. “Sir, I also checked Ms Brookes's data,” Rita said, interrupting my train of thoughts. I looked up and gestured for her to proceed. “She’s twenty-eight years old from Delaware, no parents, went to college in Campbell, graduated top of her class, and is currently living downtown in Abbey Street,” she said.

Zico walked in with a brown paper, and I cleared my throat, ready to hear the information that I demanded. I sat down calmly ready to hear. "Speak," I demanded. "Linxara Brooke, Age 24. She speaks raw Aussie accent which shows that she is an Australian woman. She lives with her mother who was diagnosed with hypertension and stage IV diabetic foot ulcer. She works as a waitress in the day and a stripper at night to handle her bills." Zico stopped talking and looked at me.

Then maybe we can smooth things over and see where we stand. I drop my car keys into Theo’s waiting palm, heaving a sigh and looking up into eyes that match my own. “Where’s Brooke?” “Right here!” she chirps, rounding the corner of the complex and heading toward the car with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a duffel over the other. Her black framed glasses are sliding down the bridge of her nose a bit as she juggles her bags, dressed in a Van Halen t-shirt and a black and white checkered flannel. Theo rushes to meet her halfway, taking her bags off her hands to deposit them in the trunk with ours.

The next day in the late morning, Brook got back home. Both her parents were out, and she went directly to her room to offload her backpack. Then she went into the hallway bathroom and took a long shower. As she lathered her body with gel, she ended up grabbing a razor and freshening up the shave on her legs and pussy. After her shower, Brook decided to go outside and work on her tan by the pool. With the house all to herself, she put on the new bikini her father had gotten her the other day at the mall.

Belle nodded. Brooke had her MacBook pro out in a second, cool dark eyes staring down at its screen, her face a clean professional mask as always. “I can get a superb wedding gift specialist scheduled to have an appointment with you later today or tomorrow, depending on when and how you would like to be in contact with them.”

But you can read it on Wattpad, Booknet or Anystories. Today was the day. Brooke and Brian's wedding. Brooke Parker was now a successful twenty-six year old CEO of her father's company which once crumbled down due to a family issue but was brought back up by her. She was seen as an idol by many aspiring businesswomen. She was also known to be a kind woman who generously donated to charity. Brian Smith was now a twenty-seven year old self made CEO of a rising company. It was interesting to see that these two young CEOs of their respective companies competed with each other in the market whereas in their private life they were lovers.