Novel & Cerita Brooke Banks

Although the first branch was not as big as this one, it was way better than that because customers would have enough space for their privacy. “Carden! What brings you here?” Brooke’s voice and bright smiled welcomed him after minutes of waiting. He stood up and was about to hug her as his greeting when he saw that another woman whom he didn’t expect was walking behind her with a straight face and her usual, yet mesmerizing ocean blue eyes.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

BROOKE “I’m going to call a friend of mine that works at the bank and doubles as a dark web hacker. He’ll get all the money of yours that your mom has locked away into your personal account, and then I’ll put you on a jet to embark on a new adventure that you have complete control of,” he said as he dailed away on his phone. For a lack of words, I let fresh tears stream down my cheeks, muttering my gratitude to him and choking on the words as I cried harder.

It all fits too well. Like Gunner said, Brook is a tiny woman. She’s barely five foot two, so for her to be able to take out a six-foot guy, she had to bring him down to her first, weaken him, then kill him. I don’t turn immediately. I just stare ahead for a second before looking back at Killian, my focus shifting. “Any updates?” I ask. Killian and Jack shake their heads almost in unison. “No new movement on her accounts,” Killian says. “We haven’t picked up any deposits close to the amount she withdrew.”

"Please Mr. B don't fire me. I swear I will never do it again in your house. I promise. Please don't fire me." Brooke had no idea how she would explain getting fired to her parents. She would never be able to get a job this late into the summer and she needed the money. Dan paced in front of her still mad but noticing her long naked legs and painted toe nails which matched her finger nail polish. She tried to hide her breasts but one of her nipples could be seen anyway. Her soft blue eyes were filled with tears. He started to feel his dick begin to grow a little but he had to try to focus on the issue before him.

She didn’t say anything, but continue staring at me. “Rosie, please?” “I’ll think about it.” And just with that, she brushed me off. As I looked up, I saw Bonnie walking towards us with both hands holding two cups of drink. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he slid the drink to Rosie. “Are you seriously stalking Rosie?” “I just happened to be here.” He rolled his eyes, “yeah, talking about fate here.” Bonnie then push a chair and sit. “Why does it have to be raining.” He grumbled, loud enough for me to hear.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

she smirked, putting her hands on her hip. "Well, if it isn't the Dick-sucker of the week," I smirk back. "Watch yourself, Blossom. You have no more weight around here thanks to me." "That's quite fine by me. You got all the weight now including those on your face and your thighs. You should start using the gym. Dick-sucking is only good for the jaws." Brooke looked like someone just punched her in the throat. Her cheeks went red and tears built up. She grunted and speed walk her way back to Hunter's office.

I whispered. He reached over and took my hand, bringing my knuckles to his mouth. "I know you didn't do that, lynn. Your camera has gone missing, right?" The blood drained from my face. "Yeah," I whispered. "Who would do something like that?! It's sick!" "Brooke," he growled. "She stole your camera somehow and created a fake online profile for you, using your photos to bait and lure in minors. Then she got the security camera footage from the parking lot where you two fought. She's pressing full charges against you for assault."

Little does she know, she hit a very well-hidden button of mine that has never been pushed and that I guard like a centurion. I'm in a large city in the deep South, working a realtor's convention. It's ten o'clock in the morning on the first day, and I'm chatting up Brooke. Brooke is forty-two and is rocking the mom bod. She's married, of course, has bottle-blond hair and blue eyes I could get lost in. She's from Nashville and she's horny. Fingers tap my shoulder. I turn, conscious of the obvious erection in my pants that Brooke keeps staring at.