Brooke Hannah Novels & Stories

"We should get going soon," Brooke said, after checking her phone. She had a text from Harry, telling her to unblock her mind. She ignored it. "Yeah," Sasha nodded. "Where are you guys going?" "Brooke needs to go somewhere out of town," Sasha said. "I said I'd drive her." Indianna raised her eyebrows. "Out of town?" Brooke smiled. "Yep, we better get going-" Brooke swore when her phone rang and she sighed, answering it. "Yes, Harry?"

Cowardly, she has picked up her phone to tell Ara about it this morning. "Hi Miss Abbey, this is your patient Destiny Blackmore. Do you remember me?" She paused for a while. "Maybe I should cut the bullshit. I just want you to listen to this as my therapist and not my friend. Before I tell you, I want to say that I am sorry for the last time at the bar and for everything. Any decision you take after this, I'll respect it. It's true, I'm keeping things from you. Your brother and I..." Just then, she got a low battery reminder. She got her hand off the recording button by mistake and it was sent.

‘Let’s go get ‘em, baby. All of us were surprised when Theo agreed for his mate to be weaponized against the shadow pack- both because she strictly works IT for the squad and therefore doesn’t have warrior training like the rest of us, and because the dude is insanely overprotective of her. In the end, though, even he had to agree that we’d be foolish not to use every resource at our disposal to take down Xavier. Brooke’s wolf is an absolute savage- in stark contrast to the demure, shy, sweet demeanor of her human side, her wolf is wild, feral, and ruthless. While Theo put his foot down when it came to his mate engaging in the full scope of the battle today, he agreed that we could call her

Brooke paused, taking a deep breath. Her eyes were glazed and I knew from experience that she was not the one speaking. Sometimes, she did not even know what she was saying. Brooke is a prophecy wolf and as a result, anything she says will come to pass. We like to say she is the gift from the goddess to us.

Hannah's POV Oh dear Goddess, I am such a fool. I am such a fool for deceiving Nathan. I should have told him everything. I feel so bad for Brenda and I feel even worse that I can't tell Nathan who can help her because I'm trying to protect Nathan. I don't want him having any issues with Cathylene anymore. I pace restlessly in Olivia's room. “What if my hesitation causes Brenda to die?” “What if Cathylene was lying when she said she'd bring her personal doctor to take care of her?”

she whispered, biting her lower lip slowly. Brooke never told me outright what she was—but I’ve always known. And there was no damn way she wasn’t fucking this woman. “Hi! You must be Liam—the famous brother,” the blonde said, walking up to us. She extended a hand. “I’m Kat. Nice to finally meet you.” I let her hand dangle in the air for a second, studying her. Then, after a subtle shove from Brooke, I took her hand and shook it. “Never heard of you, but nice to meet you too.”

“I… I don’t know, I just know it will be far away from here.” She was a tiny little thing, and I was impressed that from the looks of the beating she took, she was even standing. She bent over to retrieve a bag, though the moment she did, she collapsed to her knees. I went to her side and tried to help her back up but she pushed me away. I don’t know why, but that just irritated me. “What is your name?” “Brooke. Well actually it is Brooklyn Blakley, but I prefer Brooke.” Slowly, she stood back up on her own and I watched her lift the bag and swing it over her shoulder. I will give her this, she is stubborn and determined.

1933 Hannah. My name is Hannah, and I am princess of Brone. yes, the actual princess, the only child of my parents. My conception is one of those stories they tell around campfires, with children gathered, cross legged and bright eyed. And when it ends, those stay seated waiting for more, knowing it's over.

“Oh, you’re fine! We get a lot of travelers and for the most part they are harmless but we do keep a close eye on the town and areas. I would like to ask you some questions though.” At this Zach’s head snapped over to our and made eye contact with me. He was silently asking how much we can tell them. He sat back down and pulled Brooke on his lap. She was a taller girl at 5’8, skinny with very curly dark chocolate hair. I didn’t peg her for a fighter.

Asher Brooke’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. She stood before us, her lips curled into a mocking smile, her presence as menacing as the blood on Malia’s hands. “Well, isn’t this a touching reunion?” Brooke drawled, her gaze flitting between me and Malia. “The prodigal son and his… freak.” Malia stiffened beside me, but I placed a steadying hand on her arm. This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake.