Brooke Hannah Novels & Stories

Indianna wasn’t sure how to respond. “Sorry,” the girl apologised and sat down next to Indianna, noticing her discomfort. “I didn’t mean to scare you off. I just thought I’d introduce myself! I know what it’s like to be new in this town. I moved here a year ago. I’m Brooklyn, but everyone calls me Brooke.” Indianna nodded and looked at her hands. She picked at her chipped nail polish and hoped this girl would go away. Indianna wasn’t good with people. She’d rather be left alone.

I felt a gentle press to my lower abdomen, her buds rubbing against my skin. It struck me that she only had a tiny halter top and a xxx on. Her long legs and exposed back were all I could see. Hannah had a tear on her top, probably from the struggle with the intruder. The outline of her well-endowed bust was visible beneath the fabric. My head started spinning, and I nearly had a nosebleed. I couldn’t talk right. “M-Ms. Lovely, I…” Hannah looked at me tearfully. “I’m so scared, Brook. Can you stay with me tonight?”

’ He replied. Bruce seemed disappointed, like he didn’t believe that Hannah would keep the information to her-self. When Scott asked me what our little private meeting was all about Hannah didn’t miss a beat, “oh, I just had a vision that Bruce beat you senseless for being nosey and I asked him to take it easy on you. You cant help that you’re a prying twat.”, she snapped at him dead pan. David our Beta burst out laughing and everyone else seemed to appreciate the break in tension.

Once they were out, Nathan looked at her, face neutral. “Brooke, meet my twin brother, Noah Bradford. Remember I told you about him? He’s a clothing designer and owns the brand Locus, which is famous for its variety in women’s clothing. He’s working on launching a new bikini line for women.” Nathan motioned for Noah to come forward, “Noah, this is Brooke Johnson.”

{Hey, girl. I tapped into our chat and typed back a quick reply. Seconds later, another message popped in. {You wouldn't believe what happened this morning at work.} {What's Up?} I replied. {Annie was showing off her endorsement deal—like, duh, it’s all over the internet—then her horrible manager, Brooke, came over to insult me!} Typical Brooke. She was Annie’s loyal lapdog and one of the most condescending women I’d met at Derek’s agency. Since I left, Leah must’ve been her new target.

She looked genuinely excited. Completely unaware that the two boys sitting in front of her hated each other’s existence. “Ryan, this is Miles.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. “My son.” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me My mother then turned toward me. “Miles, this is Ryan.” She smiled. “Your new stepbrother.” I felt like I was about to faint. My ears started ringing. The room suddenly felt too warm. My new step brother? Ryan? What sort of joke is this,

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.

he said as he tried to reason with her. The girl snapped. "Tell me, darling what's so difficult to believe? That creatures who could likely be the death of you and your beloved parents are in this city right now hunting and looking for who to devour?" she snarled. "Have you seen a werewolf before?" the other girl asked. Brooke tossed her hair backwards. "Of course I have! Those times I miss school, it is because my family and I will be out hunting for those creatures," she said. "Why else do you think my name is Brooke Dalton?"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

That was one guy Kahlan couldn’t get rid of, but if she could have, things would have been different…maybe. ~BROOKE~ Brooke needed time to herself. She wanted to disappear to where she wouldn’t be found. Just some place she felt like she could take a step back and look at her life. She knew of an old house that was scheduled to be torn down within the next few weeks. It was the place that she and James would run off to, even her and Sandino a couple of times. Brooke took a deep breath. She was a horrible person, having sex with different men at a time. How could she do the things that she did? How could she even live with herself?