Brooke Shields Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

KAEL. The moment Brooke entered the shop, I knew she was trouble. I had no idea if she was among the ones sent by Draco to find us, but I wasn’t taking chances. She belonged to his pack and was part of his Delta’s Shield—the top security squad of a pack. Brooke also attended the Alpha Academy as she belonged to an affluent family. I was sure Draco had been ignoring her existence until she hooked up with me, and the next thing I knew, he was fucking her too.

BROOKE "What is the matter with you?" Mike asked, snatching his older sister out of Jason's arms. The young man had held on to her, trying to containt her. She had tried to pull herself away from him, wanting to get her hands around Kahlan's pretty little neck. Now Micheal gripped her small arm tightly, pulling her away from the group that had surrounded them. "I never knew you to be so out of control!" Brooke rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted to hear was a lecture, especially from her little brother.

When she saw Joanna, she gave a nasty smile and asked, "So, how's life in your pretty little cage, playing the side chick?" Joanna's face turned cold. "Don't forget—you're the one who broke up someone else's marriage." Sharon laughed and raised her hand, showing off the huge diamond ring on her finger. "But guess what? I'm officially Mrs. Brook now." As soon as she said that, she tossed her phone at Joanna. Joanna picked it up, and the second she looked at the trending news, she froze. In the past few days, the Brooks and Coopers had publicly announced their marriage.

Brooke watched as Donald scrambled to obey her order. Once Donald was gone, Brooke immediately rushed to the left corner of the room and quickly straightened her clothes. She was wearing a green shirt and black jeans with black stilettoes. She checked herself once in her mobile screen and was just about to pull open the door of her office when it was pushed in and she collided with none other than Nathan Bradford, the man Brooke had been lusting after. Seconds later, she found himself cradled in Bradford’s arms.

We all shower in this locker room daily- it shouldn’t be a big deal. I toss my towel onto the bench, toeing off my mud-caked gym shoes. I pull my shirt off overhead, drop it on top of my shoes. Then, hesitantly, I glance over at Brooke. She’s shimmying out of her yoga pants, revealing those long, tan legs. She’s still got her t-shirt on, but I can see the bottom of her bare ass cheeks skimming underneath the hem. Fuck, she’s got a great ass. Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine.

"This is no longer a small gathering." "I know. It's not my fault he's so popular. Word got out," Jason shrugs, defending himself. "Perks of being popular," Piper chips in. Brooke nods. "Yeah. Anyway, I have to go. I need to get water for Steph. It was nice seeing you, Piper." "You too." Just as she's about to enter the kitchen, she almost bumps into someone. She's about to apologize when she sees it's Cole, her ex. "Hey," Cole smiles sadly.

The fish was coming along nicely, and I started dicing up a second mango, a satisfied grin creeping onto my face. “Oh, you totally did him!” Brooke exclaimed, jumping up and down a little in a happy dance. Her eyes widened, and she set down her knife so she could put both hands on my shoulders. She searched my face, hazel eyes taking in every detail of my expression. “You have totally fallen for him, haven't you?” “No!” I told her, shrugging her hands off my shoulders. She raised her eyebrows at me and blinked. “I mean... maybe?”

Davis and Casey are basically dry humping on the dance floor, while Brooke and Shay dance together and Boyd and Connor bop on the periphery. Brooke catches sight of us and waves us over, and the four of us girls form a little circle to dance with one another. I start swaying my hips to the music, careful to hold my drink steady so I don’t spill it all over myself as I dance. I feel Judd’s presence behind me as he slides a hand onto my hip, trying to dance with me. Brooke and I lock eyes and she tilts her head questioningly, her gaze darting from Judd to me. I just shrug, lifting my glass and taking a sip of my drink. I guess there’s no harm in sharing a dance with the guy.

“I don't know how to start. But Jackson isn't completely at fault, Brook. Please don't hurt him. " "I'll think about it." Brook said trying to provoke his sister's emotions again. "Brook, stop chasing Jackson." Brook frowned at that. "Stop?" "Yes." Beverly bit her lip hard. "I do not understand what you mean." Brook increasingly teased Beverly. Beverly sighed softly. “To be honest, I purposely protected Jackson from your shot and let the bullet hit me. It's all my fault. I also took Jackson out of his private island when you arrived. I also asked Jackson to flee to Colmar. And I also took part in escaping by helicopter after the shooting incident. Me too-"

"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.