Brooke Shields Novels & Stories

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.

So what the halter framed her breasts like they were an offering, and left part of her back and all of her arms exposed. She took a deep breath and geared herself up as best she could, trying to quell the nerves that were threatening to overcome her. "Open that door Kerryanne and stop being such a freak. You can't hide in here forever." She was getting better at talking herself into action, something she'd had to learn in the last few months or she'd never get anything done. Hopefully, today would be one of those overcast days Silver Springs was known for, and people would stay inside. Her stomach was a jumble of nerves as she turned the knob, preparing to face whatever was awaiting her out

She coughed and shut her locker. "He's friends with Brandon," Brooke said quietly. Tai shrugged her shoulders and finally noticed Brooke's injuries. "What happened?" "Fell down the stairs," Brooke lied, "silly me." "That's not clever," Tai said. "She's always been a clutz," Kal said. Kimberly rolled her eyes, and Indianna was surprised when she didn't make a comment. Kimberly opened her mouth, but took another look at Brooke with her cast and black eye and pressed her lips together, deciding on a not so nice look instead.

QUINN I’m shoving the last of my clothes into a drawer when I hear a knock, glancing in the direction of the open door of the room in the squad dorms where I’m getting settled in. Brooke’s there leaning against the doorframe, dressed in ripped up jeans and a Journey t-shirt, a bright smile on her face. “Hey, stranger,” she greets when I turn to look at her, adjusting her black framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. “How are you settling in?”

Which was kind of odd since she was usually the first staff member I run into at events like this. Her mysterious date must be keeping her busy tonight. I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face at that snarky thought. Finally, Brooke can finally get some real action going with her sex life. But that smirk instantly froze on my face, when Jake tapped my shoulder and motioned in a direction somewhere in front of me, and I followed with my eyes to see Brooke, smiling radiantly as she approached us in a flowy green cover-up robe that floated around her long bare, tan legs. Her feet were bare and something glittered against the lights around one of her ankles. Her short blonde hair swayed i

Brooke stood on the sidelines of the busy soccer field, holding a mic and smiling as she reported live. “And in today’s exciting match, Carlos Lopez of the Phoenix local team has scored a brace at the start, giving them the lead in an exciting first half,” Brooke announced, her voice full of energy as she covered the game live.

Once she was tucked in the covers beside me she looked over at me, "so did you happen to talk to Seth last night?" I frowned at her sitting up, "maybe why?" Brooke grinned shoving her phone in my face, frowning I pushed it back grabbing it to see what had her all excited. Brooke was addicted to Instagram, it was the first thing she looked at in the morning, and the last thing she looked at before bed. Focusing on the picture in front of me I saw it was Seth at a party with an angry Christina sitting beside him. "Why did you showing me this? I don't want to see this."

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.

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.

My pack bodyguards shuffle nervously behind my back, worried she might harm the top leader. “Get out of here, all of your bodies, get out!” Brooke suddenly screams at them. “Grant, make your warriors leave this cabin right now!” “Everyone step outside,” I bark, desperate to prevent Brooke from driving that sharp metal deeper into Mars’s flesh. My mind would have agreed to absolutely anything at that point, even trading a life for a life.