Brooke Pierce Novels & Stories

"Drake." Jessica exclaimed. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her legs started to tremble, unable to hold her up anymore. Her heart felt like it was being pounded, with something she couldn't identify. She now understood why she had a bad feeling coming here, Drake was in there with another woman.

“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.

We glance in Brooke's direction who seems to look like she is lost and unaware of her surrounding. "Brooke." Cautiously, I approach her, not wanting to startle her. She blinks and then looks at me when I gently touch her shoulder. For the first time, her face reveals her real emotions... emotions that she keeps away, locked behind her smile. Pain is etched on her features as a hint of vulnerability is present in her eyes. She never talks about what she went through in her past, but something doesn't need to be told. Her scars are enough to tell what she has survived.

She began to use cheap tricks to get River to the hospital even when she was fine; she would lie that she was hurt and she would use that to try to get him back. In that moment, Brooke felt invisible. “Why doesn’t he see me? The girl who was forced to altar her life and marry him after my sister ran away. The woman who has stood by his side, she had grown into loving him, even if their marriage had started out as something more practical than romantic. She had hoped with time, he would see her as his partner, not someone in Harper’s shadow. It was as if the world around her stopped, and she was left alone, struggling to breathe.

Her gaze was fixated on nothing out the dirty window as she concentrated on breathing in and out. What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again? She asked herself as she stood at the cracked laminated counter. Oh, right, coffee. She looked back at him over her shoulder to see if he'd caught her little lapse. Big mistake! His muscles moved as he reached in and out of the bags, like some kind of well-orchestrated dance. And his ass did things to jeans that she was pretty sure were illegal in small towns like Silver Springs.

But you can read it on Wattpad, Booknet or Anystories. Today was the day. Brooke and Brian's wedding. Brooke Parker was now a successful twenty-six year old CEO of her father's company which once crumbled down due to a family issue but was brought back up by her. She was seen as an idol by many aspiring businesswomen. She was also known to be a kind woman who generously donated to charity. Brian Smith was now a twenty-seven year old self made CEO of a rising company. It was interesting to see that these two young CEOs of their respective companies competed with each other in the market whereas in their private life they were lovers.

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.

"You've been weird since this morning." "He's probably just thinking about the game coming up," Brooke said, sliding into the seat next to me and pressing a kiss to my cheek. Her strawberry lip gloss left a sticky residue that I had to resist wiping off immediately. "You know how he gets." She was wearing her cheerleading uniform, all crisp pleats and school colors, her brunette hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail. Everything about Brooke was perfect, put together, exactly what everyone expected the quarterback's girlfriend to look like.

the maid answered, voice shaky and eyes dodging mine. My eyebrows drew together. “Guest?” “A lady, sir. I have not the slightest idea what her name is.” Without pausing, I brushed past her and headed straight for the pool, determined to see who the hell this guest was. Brooke didn’t have friends. Hell, I’ve always been the only one she could remotely call that—so this? This was unusual. “Oh, Liam!” she squealed as she noticed me. “You’re actually here.” She was lounging under a flamingo umbrella with what looked like a cherry blossom cocktail in hand and black sunglasses paired with her pink floral bikini.

Brea forced a smile in her voice, then she did something she hadn’t done since she was a child. She lied. “Nothing much.” Pierce had kept his end of their bargain. Now she had to be brave enough to repay him—with her body. As she passed the kitchen table again, she grabbed the glass of water she’d poured herself hours ago and swallowed it down. She didn’t drink alcohol much, but in that moment, she wished she’d sought out something stronger to fill her glass. Still, intoxication wouldn’t change the truth. She had promised Pierce Walker sex. So tonight, she would give herself to him without regret. Tomorrow, she would repent for her sins. Afterward, their paths would never cross again.