Brooke Pierce Novelas e Histórias

She wore a smirk when she saw Rebecca in tears. "Are you deaf or have hearing problems?"Fiona said gleefully, mocking her. Rebecca was devastated and heartbroken. She couldn't move as her feet felt numb to her sadness. "You want it the hard way then." Fiona walked towards her and dragged her. Rebecca didn't rebelled as she was being pulled roughly. The guards opened the door and the Princess threw her out of the castle. Rebecca lost her balance to due the push and fell down on her face. She slowly raised her head and looked at her.

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.

she smirked, putting her hands on her hip. "Well, if it isn't the Dick-sucker of the week," I smirk back. "Watch yourself, Blossom. You have no more weight around here thanks to me." "That's quite fine by me. You got all the weight now including those on your face and your thighs. You should start using the gym. Dick-sucking is only good for the jaws." Brooke looked like someone just punched her in the throat. Her cheeks went red and tears built up. She grunted and speed walk her way back to Hunter's office.

Brooke paused, taking a deep breath. Her eyes were glazed and I knew from experience that she was not the one speaking. Sometimes, she did not even know what she was saying. Brooke is a prophecy wolf and as a result, anything she says will come to pass. We like to say she is the gift from the goddess to us.

Brooke herself was an unemployed college graduate living off her very wealthy family. What separated Brooke in her mind from Brennan was that she had an exit plan. She had, probably with Trent's connivance, decided to move towards being a 'professional' wife. Trent pulled a social vanishing act so she was allowed some recouping time. I believed she was going to go job hunting. She had a college and sorority network to fall back on so her future looked good.

Brooke is lying in the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, with beads of sweat across her forehead, and at that moment she looked even more beautiful. She shoots me a glare as I walked in and rush to her side. I take her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles. "It hurts so much," she cries as she looks at me. I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss the top of her head. "You are doing a great job angel," I say as I stroke her hair "It's your f..." She cuts herself off with a loud scream. She squeezes my hand with strength I didn't know she had and I wince.

Asher Brooke’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. She stood before us, her lips curled into a mocking smile, her presence as menacing as the blood on Malia’s hands. “Well, isn’t this a touching reunion?” Brooke drawled, her gaze flitting between me and Malia. “The prodigal son and his… freak.” Malia stiffened beside me, but I placed a steadying hand on her arm. This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake.

When you protected Gina at the station and shoved me to the ground, where was it? Peter broke, sobbing on the other end. "I was wrong... I know I was wrong... "Every night I dream about you, about Grandma Hailey... I see us getting married. You're in a wedding dress. You look so beautiful... "I regret it. I really regret it... You gave me your heart, and I crushed it..." He choked on his own breath. "Joey, I've lost everything. The company's gone, my friends are gone, even you're gone... I'm stuck living with Gina. I feel sick when I see her. I feel like a piece of shit."

We left there a little aimlessly, I was in the back seat, trying everything to calm Brooke. Her hair was a blond, almost white and short at the neck, she was wearing a dress full of ruffles and bows, along with the crucifix she carried around her neck, told me that she was religious. I imagine that her confusion must have been even greater when he managed to shake the earth. "Ho...how did you do that, throw people away if...without moving a finger?" she still trembled and I was sure it wasn’t cold.

"My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest." One of the friends gasped theatrically, as if this were breaking news and not a manufactured scene. "Wait, is this the guy from the pictures? The one from Rich&Unfiltered?" "The one and only wannabe," Brooke raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off Zoe. "Some people just cannot help themselves." She wagged a manicured finger, the same finger that had once threaded through Zoe's own during a funeral, the same hand that had signed her over to men who called her nothing at all.