Brooke Lea Novels & Stories

the maid answered, voice shaky and eyes dodging mine. My eyebrows drew together. “Guest?” “A lady, sir. I have not the slightest idea what her name is.” Without pausing, I brushed past her and headed straight for the pool, determined to see who the hell this guest was. Brooke didn’t have friends. Hell, I’ve always been the only one she could remotely call that—so this? This was unusual. “Oh, Liam!” she squealed as she noticed me. “You’re actually here.” She was lounging under a flamingo umbrella with what looked like a cherry blossom cocktail in hand and black sunglasses paired with her pink floral bikini.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

“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.

I’ve never been here before, but Brooke described it really well when she was in Summervale over the weekend. Things have been pretty crazy on that front lately- Brooke, one of my closest friends from high school, is my brother’s mate! I did not see that one coming, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. The two of them actually seem great together, and Brooke will be even more like a sister to me now. She’s promised that I’m going to love it up here at the complex, so I’m holding her to it…

ZAYNE I wasn’t mistaken. That was Lisa. I glanced at both Emily and Elena, needing to be sure my eyes weren’t betraying me. The look on their faces confirmed it immediately. They saw her, too. Brooke, however, was completely lost, no, not lost. He was lusting. Anyone with eyes could see it. The body-con white gown Lisa wore clung to her like it had been sewn directly onto her skin. It was simple, dangerously so, hugging her curves without apology.

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.”

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

They need each other, at least they have mated completely. "You have lived your whole life here, is he forcing you? Your family, me, our friends, your shop everyone is here. But to make this decision, you need to trust in yourself, as I do."Brooke was very well-respected person in the fashion world, she has been making dresses and designs since she was 15. She had her own 2 story shop here right in the center of our kingdom.

Brooke is so blindingly arrogant and hopelessly delusional that she actually thinks she’s immune to his wrath. A bright fake smile instantly stretches across her face as she smooths down her gown. She completely ignores the promise of murder in Tobias's eyes and walks up to him with an excited, performative pep in her step, reaching her arms out wide as if she’s about to embrace a loving fiancé. "Oh, Tobias, darling! You’re finally here!" she gushes, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "You have no idea how much I’ve missed you today! The event planning has been a total nightmare, and—"

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”