Brooke Maddox Novels & Stories

he barked. Flames were already licking up from the cluster of parked trucks, orange tongues jumping higher with every gust of wind. A forest fire down here would be catastrophic smoke thick enough to choke lungs, trees going up like tinder. The she-bear gripped the rope and started climbing, but her arms shook, progress agonizingly slow. David spun, not liking Maddox at his six. They stared each other down, sizing up scars and intent. “I never touched her wrong,” Maddox said quietly. “Name’s Maddox, by the way.”

She’d receive an Academy Award for her acting this time. Sorrowful eyes looked at Tiffany as Robin’s pout deepened, but when she saw Brooke, her expression hardened. “What is she doing here?” Robin snapped. Tiffany hurried to their cousin and knelt by the couch. “Robbie, she’s here to give you support… just as I’m going to do.” “Whatever.” Robin sat up and leaned over to retrieve a piece of chocolate. Brooke cleared her throat. “I… feel just awful for what happened.” She breathed slowly. That sentence was very difficult to say. “If there is anything I can do—”

She made me break up with the love of my life, Brandon, who was now the father of three beautiful children with a woman who stood by him. I still miss him sometimes, but he was from a poor family. I didn’t really care but my mother did. Brandon hated my guts after I broke up with him, he told me I wasn’t strong enough to stand up for my love, and truth to be told, I wasn’t. “Hello Ms. Williams, I am Jake Carson, I will be your bodyguard for a few months.” My head whipped behind to see the most beautiful man ever. So the rumors were true.

“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.

ACE Everyone knew Brooke Hamilton as the most successful young model in the country. She'd adored far and wide for the charitable organizations she runs and the way she owns ever runway, as well as how every article of clothing she advertises sells out in hours of being launched. But her industrial and influential personality isn’t her best quality, her best qualities are taking my dick as deeply as possible, strangling around it or choking on it…. Or riding like she was on a horseback, just like she was doing right now.

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.”

They had turned and continued to watch her. “They’re not used to me bringing a woman here,” Maddox said. “Give them a minute to act normal.” “How many times have you brought a woman around them?" Leading them forward, he seared her with his gaze. “Never.” “What? None?” “You’re the only woman that I’ve felt this way for. Before that, it was short tumbles in the hay, nothing more. Not the shock. Not the dreams. Not the addiction in touching.” “Addiction?”

Brooke watched as Donald scrambled to obey her order. Once Donald was gone, Brooke immediately rushed to the left corner of the room and quickly straightened her clothes. She was wearing a green shirt and black jeans with black stilettoes. She checked herself once in her mobile screen and was just about to pull open the door of her office when it was pushed in and she collided with none other than Nathan Bradford, the man Brooke had been lusting after. Seconds later, she found himself cradled in Bradford’s arms.

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"