Novel & Cerita Brooke Maddox

Jessa Moore POV "Now you finally see it, Brooke! Grant's true mate bond has always been locked onto my boy Mars, not that fake snake Brooke Caldwell!" Brooke stands there completely speechless, his massive jaw tightening as he crosses his thick, tattooed arms over his bare chest, just watching me blast him with the truth. When I finally run out of breath, he shifts his weight on the wooden floor and mutters, "Are you still trying to get that moonshine, or are you just here to howl?"

Little does she know, she hit a very well-hidden button of mine that has never been pushed and that I guard like a centurion. I'm in a large city in the deep South, working a realtor's convention. It's ten o'clock in the morning on the first day, and I'm chatting up Brooke. Brooke is forty-two and is rocking the mom bod. She's married, of course, has bottle-blond hair and blue eyes I could get lost in. She's from Nashville and she's horny. Fingers tap my shoulder. I turn, conscious of the obvious erection in my pants that Brooke keeps staring at.

‘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

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

“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.

And still carried those scars with them from their time in the Brood. But Violet didn’t know any of that. She might’ve left a loving and sane woman as her mother, but that woman had slowly turned into an insane monster, obsessed with wanting her daughter back even at the price of torturing several other innocent girls. “This is the fourth long sigh you have released in the last ten minutes we have sat here.” Maddox said as he stood at the kitchen counter with his hands braced on it while I nursed the glass of amber liquid he had poured me. He wasn’t drinking, he had considerable cut off since Bree got pregnant and didn't continue much because of his son. He has completely changed because he

Maddison's POV And not just that Brooke was staring, she was staring with full attention. There was nothing friendly in her eyes, no relaxed surprise. Her face was a mask of intense, focused thought. She placed her lips in a tight, tight line. It was the image of an animal looking for its prey as it had just come across its prey, and this latest photo sent a shiver down Maddison’s spine. This was not new. This was not one of those sudden things, and the picture in her hand was not a happy photo of a happy couple; it felt as though it was a snap of an ongoing pursuit.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I’m excited to be here and finally meet everyone in person. “Hey!” Brooke greets with a bright smile as we approach. She’s dressed in what I’ve gathered is typical Brooke fashion- chuck taylor sneakers, ripped up jeans, a Queen t-shirt, and a flannel tied around her waist. She pulls off the punk rock/nerd combo flawlessly, even makes it look sexy, which is no surprise since the girl is supermodel gorgeous. “You ready to jump right in?” I grin. “Absolutely.” Brooke pushes out of her desk chair, stepping over to the conference table and sinking down into one there, instead. “Have a seat,” she urges as she clicks a remote to turn the large screen on, pulling a wireless keyboard and mouse closer