Brooke Slater Novels & Stories

This was it, whatever Brooke had planned was not going to be good for him. "Thank you. Now, I would like to give the floor to one of my oldest friends, Brooke Paden." He held his hand out to help her up then gave her a little bow before sitting back down. Brooke turned and looked at the crowd. Her smile was gorgeous. Tom couldn't take his eyes off her. "Thank you for your attention. I know that we are in some trying times right now. It's hard to do this day after day. We eat the same foods over and over again. We sleep on bumpy roads and in uncomfortable places. We've gotten to bathe, what? Once? But in all that we are doing, we are headed to a better life, a better home. We will rebuild. Bu

he said as he tried to reason with her. The girl snapped. "Tell me, darling what's so difficult to believe? That creatures who could likely be the death of you and your beloved parents are in this city right now hunting and looking for who to devour?" she snarled. "Have you seen a werewolf before?" the other girl asked. Brooke tossed her hair backwards. "Of course I have! Those times I miss school, it is because my family and I will be out hunting for those creatures," she said. "Why else do you think my name is Brooke Dalton?"

She was different from the other girls I’d been with, just the same way Anna was. Could it be possible that they were the same person? I wondered and quickly shook my head, dismissing the thought. I met her in Brigdon, whereas from Rita’s reports, Anna seems to have lived her life in Delroy. “Sir, I also checked Ms Brookes's data,” Rita said, interrupting my train of thoughts. I looked up and gestured for her to proceed. “She’s twenty-eight years old from Delaware, no parents, went to college in Campbell, graduated top of her class, and is currently living downtown in Abbey Street,” she said.

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up. My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart. Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust. "Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."

She'd get over it. "No way. Is she really that brainless?" "Sally, you should try it." "Slap her? A girl like her would probably fall apart right there." I held my breath. In that noisy restaurant, only Sally's voice cut through, crystal clear. "Why not? Let's find out."

He sits up beside me, silent, his eyes locked on the screen before I even tilt it toward him. “She filmed it,” I repeat, my voice low, hollow. “She filmed us. She sent it to everyone.” “She wanted to hurt you,” Ryker says. “She knew how to do it.” “This ruins everything,” I whisper, shoulders shaking. “Skating. Sponsorships. My career. Yours. Erin’s reputation. All of it.” Ryker doesn’t speak for a moment. I feel his hand slide gently over my back, grounding me, holding me in place while the weight of everything crashes into me.

After the new ruling and Paul had exhausted all of his attempts to swindle Kerryanne out of her half to no avail, they had no choice but to cut the check, which was promptly signed over to the contractors working on the project Kyle had already started for battered and abandoned women. He'd gotten the idea from her story, seeing her going through what she had when they first met. The rundown apartment in the not-too-safe neighborhood, barely getting by. And it had hit home that there were probably lots of women living that hell every day. Jen had tried to start up some shit in town, but by then, the wind had shifted, and she was losing friends faster than a sinking ship.

It was worse. Just as Callope reached for the ringing phone, she accidentally pressed her foot against the television remote, increasing its volume. “And now, we will welcome an old schoolmate of Miss Genevieve Carslile, the ex-wife of Elias Whitmore.” That’s when it happens……Brooke, an old schoolmate, the head cheerleader, and my biggest bully while in high school steps into frame. Her once rich, luscious blonde hair is now thinning, clinging to her face, looking wet and dry at the same time.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

I whisper in the back of Sloane's ear as she stands in front, speaking on my behalf. “What you all have done to Mrs Brooker is grossly unacceptable. It is never what we do here or stand for. I do not appreciate such behaviour at all. And we all know the news lies.” She steps away from where she stood, making me more visible to them, “Just take a look at her, does she look like someone who will leave her husband for money? Let's be considerate with our thoughts and choices of words next time.”