Brooke Lea Novels & Stories

He has rolled over so he is facing the backrest now. I pause for a moment and watch him. His chest rises and falls slowly. The steady rhythm tells me he is still deep asleep. Only then do I walk over to the pool table. “Hey,” I say. “How’s the game going?” “I’m completely new to this,” Brooke admits. “Three times now I’ve sunk the black ball right away. Total accident.” “She’s doing great though,” Holly says. “We only started playing a little while ago.” “Lee is the real shark,” Lee says with a proud smile. Then she stops. “Oh. I probably shouldn’t have said that, right?”

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

Dallas, and Jagger had already shifted into their wolves, ready to do battle if need be. Leah sighed and rolled her eyes. Growing up with four brothers, she always felt that men could be so dramatic sometimes. She sighed once again and called softly through the pack link. “Calm down, everyone. It’s okay. They’re not here to harm anyone. I promise.” Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to Leah, curiosity on their faces. Leah walked over to her mate still holding her child in her arms, and looked at the four idiots in the sky whom she loved dearly.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

I asked. "Wow that hurts." she pouted seductively, but it had no effect on me whatsoever and she noticed it, "I'm Bree, remember it this time." She said and got up, her breasts jiggled a bit as she walked to me. She snaked her arms around my waist, and stood on her toes to kiss me but like I said before, I wasn't in the mood anymore. I gently pulled her hand off me and went to pick her clothes from the floor, "Here." I said, pushing them towards her.

“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.

He stood up and left the booth. "Who the hell is Brooke Saddle, and what the hell just happened?" Luis asked next to me. I groaned. "Brooke is an ex-actress for XXX Studios. She was the first woman I ever did a scene with." I ran my hand over my face before I chugged some more water. My buzz was very slowly going away, thank God. Luis inhaled a sharp breath. "Ooo, lynn isn't going to like this." My head whipped to him. "Why not? Brooke was very professional. There's nothing between us. You saw that."

"Then act like a scout! You have to move! This issue has already stirred a massive debate at the Walker Enterprises Tower. Every low-ranking wolf in the city is watching to see if you get crushed. If you don't take this wave of attention and use it, you’re dead meat. Brooke is the Lead Enforcer. She’s the big cheese. If it were my hide on the line, I’d leak the security footage to every pack-link in the territory. It might not prove the frame-up directly, but it would cause enough chaos for you to slip away." "That’s exactly what she wants me to do. Brooke is a lawyer by trade and an Enforcer by blood. She’s spent her life exploiting loopholes to hunt down rogues. If I go rogue and leak thos

Yellow fat duck. I lie back on the bed while she wiggles out of her tight dress. My heavy eyelids slide down as I recall those soft hazel, enchanting eyes. How his eyes tickled my soul like a spring breeze, yet hit me like a wild wave rushing from the ocean. "Do you like it?" Alex’s voice brings me back from my thoughts. I open my eyes and see her on me, straddling my waist in just her white bra and panties. Who wears a white bikini under a black dress? I question myself.