Brooke Maddox Novels & Stories

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.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

" Cassie said. "How do you know," Nathan asked. "I have read every publication on this. The Lady Vaccaro broach from 1624 right?" Cassie asked. She relaxed and felt like she was in the world she always dreamed of. "From everything I have studied you will find it here." Cassie said point to a spot on the map. "Cassie we looked there, we found nothing," Nathan said. "It is there you just did not did in the right area." Cassie said. Nathan walked up behind her and looked at where she was pointing on the footprint. He gently took her in his arms.

The way 'seagulls' rolled off her tongue, I knew she meant 'winged rats' instead of any true avian. Oh cool; she had a Carnegie-Melon ring. Oh cool; she was watching my still erect penis bobbing her way. I thought a little damage control/diplomacy was in order. "As I said, I'm Cáel. I work as an intern at Havenstone Commercial Investments. Brooke recently graduated Vassar, was going to get married to some other guy, but that fell through a little while ago," I directed the conversation to Brooke and I not being parasites. "School?" Hana inquired. So much for that.

I don't fucking let anyone into my house. I could've sworn pity was the reason I let her in, but that word didn't exist in the dictionary of a Maddox. And she looked anything but pitiable, damn she looked too proud for a beggar. Was it her beauty? Okay, she was beautiful in that dangerous way — the kind that made men reckless, or worse, curious. Storm-grey eyes, long dark hair and lashes that fanned across her cheeks, jaw tight even in sleep. Her wet hair was now starting to curl at the ends as it dried against my pillow. She looked peaceful, almost… young. But she ain't even close to my type of girl. I love them thick.

News about him has been non-existent, so I imagine he has been killed. Soon, the whole place is emptied and I am alone once more, standing underneath the sunset. I want a drink to drown out the pain and hopelessness I feel, but I feel like too much of an intruder to do that. “Miss Houston?” I hear a voice I recognize as Brooks’ say beside me. I look at him. Brooks is a bit old. He is an Olympic sharpshooter that Howard had recruited. He has a bit of a piratical look about him, with a scar running down the side of his rugged face.

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.

he finishes. The Alpha seems conflicted. I don’t know what he is thinking other than wanting to protect his sister. “How old is Maddie?” I ask. “She just turned 20 not too long ago; how old was Louise?” he asks quietly. “Just turned 20 not too long ago,” I reply.

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?