Brooke Shields Novels & Stories

Alpha Jonathan was beginning to look more uncertain than ever as he stared up at his daughter who was also struggling and crying. Enzo was still trying desperately to break through the shield while this battle went on around him. Thankfully, he had his people around him, shielding him from any attacks. To my surprise, Brody came out of nowhere and joined Enzo at the shield, trying to desperately get through. Upon seeing Brody, Sarah began to struggle even harder as tears washed over her pale features. There had to be a way to get the witches to take down this shield. They were standing side by side and I wondered if one of them were to step out of sequence, would the shield fall?

"Please, I'm begging you, Ate! Don't let anything happen to him!" "Fuck, Raegan! We're already en route, we're on a speedboat heading your way right now! Find a secure place and hide wherever you are! We are going to get you and Dominic out of there!" Lieutenant Trinidad's booming, authoritative voice suddenly cut through the line, replacing my sister's. A faint sliver of hope pierced through my panic, but it wasn't enough to calm the storm in my chest. Unable to form another coherent word, the call abruptly cut out, leaving me trapped in the terrifying dark.

Beta Liam has assured me that both he and Calvin are more than prepared for tonight and will be on high alert at all times as well as a bunch of warriors that are coming along so I'm going to do my part and just act as normal as possible. I'm currently in Brooke's bedroom getting ready with her and a few of her friends from the pack. I know Sarah and Katie but that's it. Brooke has gone with a red floor-length ball gown, black shoes, and a matching bag, her beautiful brown hair is in an updo and her makeup is done to perfection. She is so unbelievably beautiful! I've gone with an emerald green floor-length ball gown.

It all fits too well. Like Gunner said, Brook is a tiny woman. She’s barely five foot two, so for her to be able to take out a six-foot guy, she had to bring him down to her first, weaken him, then kill him. I don’t turn immediately. I just stare ahead for a second before looking back at Killian, my focus shifting. “Any updates?” I ask. Killian and Jack shake their heads almost in unison. “No new movement on her accounts,” Killian says. “We haven’t picked up any deposits close to the amount she withdrew.”

It took several attempts before she acknowledged I was even there, like she was stuck in a trance. Thunder rumbled in the distance and she flinched. My hands softly caress her face as I reassure her she was safe. Her trembling hand reached up, stroking the scar over her sternum where the bullet lodged beneath the surface of her skin. If her sister’s head had not been against her chest, Anita would be dead.

It was a message from an unknown number—a grainy photo of Silas walking down the dark road, a red laser dot centered perfectly between his shoulder blades. The text below it was simple: The deal covers the Shield, Elena. It doesn't cover his accidents. Sign the papers, or we finish what Arthur started.

Tisdale cut right to the chase then she turned on her heel, leaving me to the pact of wolves. "Well.. well.. well, look at what the cat dragged in," Brooke gnarled as she approached me, "You're not going to make this squad because it's only for the best of the best but I'm interested in seeing what you can do. Cartwheel and Toe-Touch!" she finished. I immediately did a cartwheel and finished with the perfect toe-touch. Brooke smirked and I spent the rest of the practice doing hand springs and cartwheels until I couldn't feel my hands anymore. It was torture.

But the one with the most profound reaction was another Dragoria Palace expert, Brooke Knapp. Although known as the top female warrior, Brooke, like all humans, would get injured. Ten years ago, she had suffered a severe injury, and Gunner was the one who treated her. Her injury, one that would normally take years to heal, was completely cured in just three months under Gunner’s care with no lasting aftereffects.

Brooke was that girl at the Academy, she developed before all of us and very quickly learnt how to use her body to keep the Watchers under her control, if rumours are to be believed, she was supposed to give the Master his heir but failed to conceive a child and so got thrust back into the world of an Academy girl. “Oh Brooke, I figured someone would have killed you by now.” I taunt her right back. I sense movement on my left and quickly change my stance so I’m facing where she is. I see a bush slightly and that's enough for me. I pull the trigger without really thinking it through; all thoughts leave my mind and I’m solely focused on taking down the threat that wants to hurt me and the Pack

Slept on time. I moved Grandma's favorite plant onto the balcony and watered it every day. She was right. You can't hold on forever. And you can't save people from the lives they choose. That evening, just as I reached my building, someone stepped in my way. Gina. No more smug "girl bro" act. Her hair was greasy, stuck flat. Dark circles under her eyes. Clothes wrinkled. She rushed over—then stopped a few feet away. "Joey, what do you want?" she bit out. "Do you really have to push me to death before you're satisfied? I lost my job. My parents found out I owe $200,000—they cut me off!"