Brooke Slater Novels & Stories

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

When I open my eyes they are all staring at me like I am their new favorite game. Brooke pulls out her phone. “Time for proof you are part of the group.” She starts recording. “Spread your legs wider and tell the camera how much you love being our sleepover slut.” I hesitate, still panting. Madison pushes the vibrator deeper and I moan despite myself. “Do it or the video of you cumming goes to everyone at school,” Brooke says calmly. Tears slip down my cheeks as I spread my thighs wider. “I love being your sleepover slut,” I whisper to the camera, voice cracking with shame and leftover pleasure.

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.

she whispered, biting her lower lip slowly. Brooke never told me outright what she was—but I’ve always known. And there was no damn way she wasn’t fucking this woman. “Hi! You must be Liam—the famous brother,” the blonde said, walking up to us. She extended a hand. “I’m Kat. Nice to finally meet you.” I let her hand dangle in the air for a second, studying her. Then, after a subtle shove from Brooke, I took her hand and shook it. “Never heard of you, but nice to meet you too.”

Do you think I'm just dying to marry you? Camden's expression darkened as he looked at me angrily. "Then what the hell do you think you're doing? "Don't think I don't know—you burned Nev's belongings yesterday and threw her out of the house! She's your sister! How could you be so heartless?" Then, the sound of a sharp slap echoed through the living room. Mr. Scott was furious as he clutched his chest in anger. "You insolent brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Nevaeh is just an adopted daughter—she's not even part of the Saccone family.

Stacy raised her eyebrows in shock, not expecting Brooklyn to have a backbone. "Who do you think you are, you bitch," Stacy scowled. "According to you I'm someone who has been kicked out and is now living with people that hate her," Brooklyn said with a shrug. "But just so you know for future reference, I'm Brooke, it's been lovely to meet you, but you my pizza is more important than you and currently it's going cold." Brooklyn smiled brightly and took a bite of her pizza. "Also, I think Violet wants her seat. So can you move along?"

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.

ALISON My therapist's office was situated in a lovely old Victorian house down a residential street in Bayerton, about ten minutes from where I lived. My doctor in Philadelphia had recommended Brooke Slater, with whom she'd worked in a large Richmond, Virginia practice years ago before my former doctor had moved north and Brooke had gotten married and relocated to Florida.

“I don’t need your help, and for the last time, boy! Stop calling me names! I am Sloane, and I’d appreciate you to just stick to it.” Briane nodded with a mocking smile. “Boy, huh! Does that mean we’re already on the same page?” “Oh, shut the fuck up!” “Guys, come on!” Blame waved her hands in the air, her face crumpled. “We need to go!”

It was friendship at first sight. “No one,” I blurted quickly before the girls could beat me to it. “We were just talking about a movie.” “Oh? You know I’m a sucker for your movie recommendations,” he said, smiling. “So what’s this one called?” Freda smirked. “It’s the one where Zephyria Holiday, the female lead, tells Slater King to wrap up whatever he has to say and shove it up his ass.” “Freda!” I hissed. Oliver’s smile froze. “Wait… what?” His gaze whipped to Amaya and Lana. “Slater? As in Slater King?”