Brooke Lea Novels & Stories

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.

Ava reassured her, helping her set up the table with Kris in tow. Just before they settled down to eat, Brooke stopped them. She placed her hands on her waist, honey blonde hair in a ponytail. She was dressed in simple blue jeans and a soft peach top. "There's one last thing we need to do first." She said with a serious expression. Kris and Ava shared a glance with each other, wondering what Brooke was talking about. "And what's that." Kris humored his mom. "Come, I'll show you." She said brightly, leading the way.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

Sure," Her friend stood up from the bed and walked away. Haylee stared at the numerous dresses that I layered on top each other, she would have to pick a high quality dress if she was ever going to impress Alec with her dress. She walking over to her dressing table, and maybe, apply much makeup. Her friend who was waiting in the living room, couldn't help but mutter. "I have to find out that secret, then, I would let everybody know what you all have been hiding," Leto muttered in secret. Leto Brookes was an FBI agent, Haylee best friend, and of course, she was an informant of the Hart family. It was definitely not now to expose the whole truth to the world.

He even had a bookend - Brooke Lee of Virginia and Vassar girl. She was darkly tanned, shoulder-blade length silky black hair, and luminescent green eyes. Her curves were in all the right places and her smile must have cost her parents a fortune to be that white and perfect. By the familiar way she hung on Trent, he had lied to Havenstone - BAD, bad move, Trent. The look she gave me implied that Trent shouldn't trust me around her, or her around me.

I wanted the professionalism to die right here in the room. To my shock, Brooke didn't pull away. She let out a soft, shaky exhale and leaned in. Slowly, she grinded her fat, heavy ass right against my hardness in a deliberate movement that made my vision swim. "Is this better, Leo?" she whispered, her head falling back against my shoulder so she could look at me in the mirror. "Much better," I rasped, my hands sliding around to the front of her thighs, pulling her even tighter against me. "But we’re not done with your training yet. Not by a long shot."

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Her fragrant aroma of orchids lifted in the breeze. “He's that way,” I pointed to the large red and white building behind me. “Who are you?” She answered coolly, “I’m Brooke. I’m an old friend. I used to be apart of the Creogan Pack, but I moved away when I got married. Elias is a very good friend of mine.” I wondered why Elias never mentioned her, let alone have any pictures of them together; also, if they were good friends, how could she not know about me? It must be my imagination running wild.

I feel eyes on me and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. “Devon!” A blonde-haired woman with pink highlights approaches us, I don’t fail to catch the pistol tucked under the waistband of her trousers, I recognize her from the photos scattered around her social media, Leto Brookes, socialite, the influencer with million followers, CEO of a matchmaking agency but here, in the underworld. She’s the co-owner and mafia queen of The Nexus. She’s holding a glass of wine as she sashays to us. “Looking good this morning, cousin!”

Lily started doing her hair, while my mom headed towards her suite to get ready. Lily was wearing a divinely gorgeous navy-blue gown tonight with silver accents. The gown was sleeveless with a high neckline in the front and draping almost to her bottom in the back. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra for this dress, not that she needed it. She was perfection and the gown suited her. She was going to break some hearts tonight as she always did. Drake POV