Brooke Monk Nsfw Novels & Stories

Amber was obsessed, vindictive, and apparently had unlimited time to stalk us. At school Monday, things got worse. I was at my locker when two girls I vaguely knew walked past, their voices carrying. "—I heard it from Vanessa, who heard it from Amber. Apparently Marcus Steele is hooking up with his stepsister." My blood froze. "That's disgusting," the other girl said. "They live together!" "I know, right? But Amber has photos. She's been posting cryptic stuff on I*******m." "Do their parents know?" "No idea. But if it's true, that's so messed up."

“Taking it like the dirty princess you are. My filthy princess.” I couldn't hold it back anymore. A sob-like moan escaped me, my hips bucking instinctively toward the sound. "Please," I choked out, the word tasting like defeat and salvation. "Zander, please. Give it to me." “Give what to you?” He was teasing now, and I didn't bother hiding my groan. “Be specific.” “Your cock.” I spat the words out faster than ever. “I want you inside me. I want your cock filling and stretching me again….”

“My name is Zoe Grace Langston. I’m staying at this apartment for two weeks while my parents are out of the country. Zach’s my brother—he’s a doctor and had to leave for the hospital. I can’t contact him because I left my phone in there and can’t return alone.” “It’s alright, Miss.” The Black security guard who first welcomed me at the front desk looked at me calmly. “We’ll resolve whatever issue is happening. The receptionist already contacted your brother, and he’s on his way here as we speak.” I let out a deep breath of relief. At least I wouldn’t be alone anymore. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you until your brother gets back,” said the older woman beside me. “Thank you, Ma’am.” I felt li

The gruff man is staring at me so hard, almost making me want to run back in my room and stay there forever. "I promise you, sir," Miss Renee says. "Not all of them sneaked out. I have a lot of them who stayed in last night." "Really? And where was she yesterday by 8:25 pm?" He points to me, and I almost shrivel on the spot. "I believe she was in her room while the concert was on. Weren't you, Brooke?" I know that look in her eyes, she's telling me to play along. "Yes... I was. In my room. Powdering my cat." I hope he doesn't catch on to my horrible lying skills.

"We've got a problem—Vincent's emitting some kind of sex pheromone that's wreaking havoc. Notice how every unmated female's practically swooning? They can't take their eyes off him up there on the stage." Brock had been oblivious, but now his gaze sharpened on the throngs of women swooning and casting lustful glances at Vincent. Swiveling towards me, he leaned in and whispered with a low growl, "You and I have not marked one another. Does this affect you as well?"

he asked. “I said I’m sorry.” I pleaded. “You should be thanking me, you just saw Kourtney's boobs” Ryder laughed harshly. “Seriously. Most guys would kill for that view.” “I wasn’t looking.” I mumbled. “Sure you weren’t.” he scoffed and his grip tightened. I whimpered and Ryder’s smile widened. “You’ve never seen a woman’s boobs before, have you?” he asked mockingly. Heat rushed to my face. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

“Hailee Stevens. You were amazing earlier!” “Really? Thank you.” Damon smiled at her before he brought his gaze back to me again. Hail purposely elbowed me. I cleared my throat. “Beverly Brook.” Our hands collided but I eventually released mine from his. I don’t know. There’s just something in his vibe that felt off to me. “Beverly!” I felt like a cold water was poured allover me when Atlas’ thunderous voice roared from a distance. His footsteps were nearing then and before I could pull Hail out of there, he was already in our front and it was too late for me to leave unnoticed. I swallowed hard at the intensity of his fuming gaze.

Yet deep inside, a fierce thrill surged through me. My boyfriend, morality, all of it meant nothing compared to this raw, primal need. A low moan escaped my throat, and the words came out before I could stop them. "G-Go easy, please."

And then Rowana smiled… a smile that made goosebumps standout on my arms. “It wasn’t rape... It was a kink. There is nothing wrong with having a preference You should really get over yourself.” LILY reeled back as if she had been physically slapped across the cheek, the look on her face horrified. “A kink?” Lily’s voice cracked with emotion . “Are you serious? He drugged me. I woke up half-dressed with him on top of me. And you’re calling that a kink?” Rowana examined her nails, almost bored. “Men have needs. Women entertain them. You weren’t dying. You weren’t hurt. You’re just being dramatic.”

I let out a loud irritated groan as the realization that I will never know the answers to my questions begins to dawn on me. This is why I hate Snap. After looking at their friendship profiles for a little while longer, I then make my way into his memories. I scroll through all his pictures and videos; seeing all his cute photos before stopping at a video that somehow catches my eye. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion as I hesitantly click on the dark video, watching it play. "Oh wow, she's really putting on a show." Jack's deep voice chuckles as he records Violet's semi-drunk and half naked body dancing overly sexually.