Brooke Shields Novels & Stories

“Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't need Lucas giving me a hard time again.” Brooke laughed and stepped out of the door to let me back into our shared bedroom. She ran and jumped onto her twin bed in the corner, tucking her legs under her once she landed. One of her tabloid magazines slid off the bed and landed on the floor, but she just ignored it. “Your secret's safe with me.” She held up her hand as though she were swearing in at a courtroom before a grin covered her face. “Now, who's the guy? Local or tourist?”

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.

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.

Asher The battlefield was eerily silent now, the only sounds the occasional rustle of the wind and the faint groans of the dying. Brooke stood at the center of it all, the weight of defeat etched across her face. I moved toward her slowly, my boots crunching against the blood-soaked ground. Her eyes darted to the bodies of her fallen hybrids, then back to me. There was a crack in her usual mask of arrogance, a flicker of realization that she was alone. Vulnerable.

Brooke was sitting on a chair in the middle of the space. Her hands were tied tightly behind the chair and ropes held her body firmly in place so she couldn't move. A dark bag was pulled over her head, hiding her face, and her body hung slightly forward like she was still unconscious. Two men stood nearby watching over her. I stopped a few steps away and looked at her quietly. "Pour some water on her," I said calmly. One of the men nodded and picked up a pipe lying nearby. He turned it on and directed the stream of water straight at Brooke.

She undresses and slips into the jacuzzi tub enclosed in her space of thought **** The Brooke's Villa Mr Brookes wriggled from side to side as he finally opened his eyes , it is a bright morning , Sloan was not in the bed , she sits on her yoga mat with her leg crossed over the other ,hands clasped as if she was saying her prayer . She opens her eyes shortly , Mr Brookes walked towards her direction to get a cup of water from the water dispenser . He always start his morning with water . “ I got a call from Violet ” Sloan said as she continued her exercise

My thighs burned immediately and my spread pussy was completely on display, dripping openly now under the lights. Grant stood in front of me, arms crossed, watching. “Hold it right there. This is just the beginning of your training, Brooke.”

SANDINO AND BROOKE Brooke had just gotten off the phone with James when she reached her favorite coffee shop. James had said he wanted to see her. Was he insane? Brooke was trying to end the relationship she had with him. First off, he had lied to her about wanting to be with her, that was evident now. Second, Carly had just gotten out of the hospital, though it seemed like he didn't know that. In any event, his girlfriend, her best friend, was hurt and jumping into bed together wouldn't be a good idea. It never was. Lastly, she really missed Sandino. She wondered if he was somewhere thinking about her. It wasn't likely. It seemed that he was too wrapped up in Kahlan Redding to miss her, to

She'd never be the same sensual creature after tonight. Brooke was crying, screaming and cumming like crazy. We ended up, myself spent, lying on our sides with her bawling in my arms. That last bit, we were to never talk about again. More resting. We put on some underwear. I told the ladies that if they put on bras, I got to put on a shirt. They protested. I went for my shirt. They pelted me with their bras.

Finally, he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. “The Watcher doesn’t care about our feelings, Elias. You know that. It won’t stop, not until it gets what it wants.” “I know,” I repeat, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “But I thought I could protect her. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could keep her safe from it. From this.” Weston steps closer, his eyes narrowing. “You can’t keep her safe. None of us can. The Watcher has already marked her. You knew that when you married her. You knew what would happen.”