Brooke Shields Novels & Stories

That she's still awake, still thinking about me the way I can't stop thinking about her. It's not Jules. It's a notification from Instagram—someone tagged me in a video. I shouldn't watch it. Know I shouldn't. I press play anyway. The video is shaky, shot from someone's dorm window. But the audio is crystal clear. "COWARD! You're a coward, Adrian Cross!" Jules' voice, ragged with pain and rage. The video has 347 views already. Comments are rolling in. Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed

They need each other, at least they have mated completely. "You have lived your whole life here, is he forcing you? Your family, me, our friends, your shop everyone is here. But to make this decision, you need to trust in yourself, as I do."Brooke was very well-respected person in the fashion world, she has been making dresses and designs since she was 15. She had her own 2 story shop here right in the center of our kingdom.

My sister holds up a finger, chewing and swallowing before responding. “It’s good!” she chirps, beaming. I’ll never understand how someone can get so amped up to stare at a computer screen all day. “I know it sounds boring to you guys but it’s actually super exciting work.” Boyd leans in from his place beside Connor, his interest piqued. “What’s the latest on the shadow pack?” Brooke gets a funny look on her face, then gives a little shake of her head. “I can’t really discuss the details. But there’s no evidence that they know our location as of now, so no imminent threat.”

He shouldn't blame her. Asher looked at her for the first time. Really looked at her. Kimberly Blake was no longer a glossy photo, but a real breathing woman. Her long brown hair began to fly around her face as the helicopter started to descend. She tried to hold it back of her neck. One of the lights from the copter caught her full in the face.

Brooke grins and she sights Chris from her peripheral vision noticing them. "What is wrong with you?" Stephanie hisses as everyone goes back to their businesses. Brooke shrugs, "I needed to get someone's attention." "Who?" Brooke smirks as Stephanie notices Chris heading towards them. "Brooke Dawson! I'll get you for this," she threatens and turns to walk away but Brooke pulls her back by holding her wrist. "You're not going anywhere." Stephanie begins to struggle to get out of Brooke's grip. "Let me go," She commands as Chris draws nearer.

“But then it all takes a turn for the worst. It’s not long before a couple of the guys from his crew start making their way over to the stairs and up to the same bedroom Doug and Brooke are in. They’re followed by a couple more guys. At this point, there’s got to be at least five to six guys in the room with Brooke. When I say his crew, I mean from his row team at Princeton. These were athletes in their prime.” “Oh, Jesus.” “Even though Brooke went up there willingly, I knew that wasn’t what she’d signed up for. She wanted to be an Obsidian Maiden, but not at the cost they’d demand of her. I thought I could go break things up and get her out of there before the worst was done.” I stare out t

Her feet were adorned with black Grecian sandals that added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Turning my gaze to Brock, I took in his commanding presence. He wore crisp black slacks that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The white dress shirt he sported was perfectly tailored, with the first button undone, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up right below his elbow, giving a casual yet stylish vibe. His black leather shoes gleamed, as if meticulously polished to perfection, reflecting light like a mirror. The attention to detail in his appearance gave off an air of authority and confidence. Despite my disappointment at missing the opportu

‘Let’s go get ‘em, baby. All of us were surprised when Theo agreed for his mate to be weaponized against the shadow pack- both because she strictly works IT for the squad and therefore doesn’t have warrior training like the rest of us, and because the dude is insanely overprotective of her. In the end, though, even he had to agree that we’d be foolish not to use every resource at our disposal to take down Xavier. Brooke’s wolf is an absolute savage- in stark contrast to the demure, shy, sweet demeanor of her human side, her wolf is wild, feral, and ruthless. While Theo put his foot down when it came to his mate engaging in the full scope of the battle today, he agreed that we could call her

Brooke was the first one to see me and she quickly pulled Marshall away. They were both shirtless, Brooke in just her bra and cheer skirt. “Marshall.” My voice came out in a broken whisper as I stared trying to comprehend what I was looking at. Marshall spun around quickly and his eyes widened in shock. “Mia, babe!” Tears immediately form at my eyes. “How could you?” I scream. Marshall looked at Brooke then back at me seeming at a loss for words. Brooke reached for her top not looking even the slightest bit apologetic as she threw it over her head.

She’d receive an Academy Award for her acting this time. Sorrowful eyes looked at Tiffany as Robin’s pout deepened, but when she saw Brooke, her expression hardened. “What is she doing here?” Robin snapped. Tiffany hurried to their cousin and knelt by the couch. “Robbie, she’s here to give you support… just as I’m going to do.” “Whatever.” Robin sat up and leaned over to retrieve a piece of chocolate. Brooke cleared her throat. “I… feel just awful for what happened.” She breathed slowly. That sentence was very difficult to say. “If there is anything I can do—”