Brooke Monk Fanfic Novels & Stories

" Brooke moans with each spurt, her body milking each drop. We lie locked thus, labored breathing. My cock pulls out slow inside her, cum dripping from between her legs. I pull out slowly, seeing the white mix with her pink folds. Brooke gets up turning to face me. Her skin is red, lips swollen from sucking. 'That was wild,' she says, briefly kissing me. I zip myself up, helping her push her shorts back down. The woods around us seem to be alive, but our secret was left here. We creep back out onto the cabin trail, holding hands until we hear voices.

I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?” He lets out a deep breath, “I don’t know all the details of it. I know my brothers don’t like him, I know that they have basically forbidden Peyton from being anywhere near him.” I cross my arms and say, “You know, it would be a bit of a coincidence if he was her mate. It would be like a whole Romeo and Juliet thing.” Bryce runs a hand through his hair, obviously feeling uncomfortable with the situation and I ask, “If he’s her mate then don’t you think that it’s meant to be?”

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

If only he would put his ego aside and face the reality before him. “I'm going to be right here if you need me or you don't need to sit through that entire dreadful dinner. I can have the servants prepare something different for us and we can just leave here and go out to a fancy restaurant or something.’’ he shrug. “Ryan Monroe, are you asking me out on a date?’’ Now the smile on my face could not be hidden anymore. “I believe I am, Taylor Brooke.’’ he winks.

I stepped back a Brooke looked up at me obviously mad, "you are so naive, Kennedy. He knew what he was doing, hell he and Dutch probably plotted the whole thing. You can keep going back to the same old bullshit but I'm not. I have a backbone." My head tilted as my brain tried to separate her words and make sure I had heard what I thought she had said. "Excuse me, I'm not the bad guy here. You don't have to take your anger out on me." Brooke laughed, "whatever K, live in your delusion where you and Seth are going to be this perfect little family. He is going to leave you in the past just like he did his other baby momma. And speaking of him you are fucking stupid forever getting back with him

"How long have you known?" "My dad... he threatened to disown me," Tristan whispered, looking everywhere but at my face. "He said if I didn't agree, he'd send Sienna. She's my sister, Serenity. I couldn't let her go to that monster." "So you let them send me instead." I stepped closer to him. I was bigger than him, broader, and right now, I felt like a mountain he was trying to climb over. "The girl you promised to make your Luna. The girl you said you loved."

Marla's grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough. "Brooke!" Libra gasped. "You are fucking my sister's ass with Cáel dick." "I am, aren't I?" Brooke seemed surprised with herself. "Feels great Brooke," Marla sniggered. "Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me." Three more strokes and Brooke's hand would no longer fit between Marla's tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.

“Whatever old issues our lives have, our claws will settle them right between us. Just let Mars go!” My mind fears that in a sudden moment of total madness, her fingers will plunge that silver blade straight into Mars’s throat. “Settle this deal?” Brooke looks up at my face, her eyes filled with heavy anger but even more with deep disappointment and a massive obsession. “Fine, then my mouth wants your body to propose to me right here, right now on your knees!” Even now, after doing all these bad things, her heart still wants to marry my alpha body. From the exact moment her eyes first laid tracks on my face, through all the trials in the forest, Brooke yearned to be Grant Walker’s wife, if o

Knox was standing there, leaning against the wall and staring pointedly at me. My brows lifted in question. "Why are you still here?" "Because I want to?" My eyes rolled. "I want to change. GET THE FUCK OUT!" He shook his head slowly. "I'm your brother now," he drawled His gaze darkened. "And brothers see their sisters naked all the time, Annalise. So get used to it." My nose scrunched up in disgust. "But what I am curious about is if you're as shapely as I think underneath all of those boring clothes that you wear."

"You do." He groaned and pushed my leggings down till they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of the material. Damien grilled my leg and began to lifting my leg around his waist. The tip of his fat cock nudged my entrance, teasing for a slow entry. "Good girl,” he said. “Now you shall take your stepbrother's cock." My pussy clenched around nothing. “You shall scream my name as I pound into you without any sort of pity.” I swallowed. He gripped his cock and began to guide himself towards my cunt.