Brooke Slater Novels & Stories

But you can read it on Wattpad, Booknet or Anystories. Today was the day. Brooke and Brian's wedding. Brooke Parker was now a successful twenty-six year old CEO of her father's company which once crumbled down due to a family issue but was brought back up by her. She was seen as an idol by many aspiring businesswomen. She was also known to be a kind woman who generously donated to charity. Brian Smith was now a twenty-seven year old self made CEO of a rising company. It was interesting to see that these two young CEOs of their respective companies competed with each other in the market whereas in their private life they were lovers.

Brooke never wanted this nightmare to be real and before she realized it, the tray slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor with a loud clatter. The noise startled everyone in the house, and they quickly gathered in the hallway to see what had happened. “What’s going on here?” Brooke’s father, Hector demanded, his sharp gaze shifting between her, River, and Harper. Brooke stood trembling, unable to speak as her eyes began to tear up. “River wants to divorce me to be with Harper,” she responded in a shaky tone.

ACE Everyone knew Brooke Hamilton as the most successful young model in the country. She'd adored far and wide for the charitable organizations she runs and the way she owns ever runway, as well as how every article of clothing she advertises sells out in hours of being launched. But her industrial and influential personality isn’t her best quality, her best qualities are taking my dick as deeply as possible, strangling around it or choking on it…. Or riding like she was on a horseback, just like she was doing right now.

Before long, the sounds coming from the footage made it impossible to misunderstand what had happened. "Oh my god… No wonder Rose wanted to break up. Mr. Smith cheated!" "I knew there was something off about Sheila. She really is the other woman!" "That's disgusting. Doing something like that in the lab? How am I supposed to work here now? I feel sick…"

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

"I didn't want to see those fuckers today. They never leave my house. I needed some—some—some Bloom time!" He struggled to find words, then exclaimed when he managed to come up with something. I heaved out an exasperated breath, running a hand down my face. "You did not come here to see if I had yogurt. What are you really doing here, Zac?" Zac sighed heavily, dramatizing. "Fine, you caught me. I came here—to take you on an adventure." I narrowed my eyes. Is he being serious? "An adventure?" "Yes." He nodded firmly, grinning cheekily. "I—Zac Miller, am here to take you—Bloom, on an adventure. Let's go."

After waiting impatiently for a few minutes Violet finally responds From @violentvioletx: No, but I hope they're finally getting what they deserve. I broke up with Zac and dropped out of UCLA to get away from him. After my overdose I realized that Zac has completely ruined my life. Im back home in Cleveland now. If I were you, I'd take their absence as a ticket out. Get away from them while you still can.

he murmured, even though his eyes twinkled with admiration. "No," Zoe said, sliding into her seat. "I'm really not." She would deal with the fallout later, because there would be one. Brooke's friends had already pulled out their phones before the sauce finished dripping, and by morning there would be another post, another caption, another round of strangers deciding what kind of woman she was based on thirty seconds of footage. She found, sliding her seatbelt into place, that she did not particularly care. Her phone buzzed against her thigh.

I am going to meet this Kate today I want to know the kind of lady that has taken my brother off his feet. “Good morning Miss Kate” I greeted the lady seated opposite me. “My name is Stanley Stewart and I am your attorney…” Kate’s POV For the past three days, I have been getting my stories straight… I have to fight. So when he sat opposite me for discussion I know I was gonna tell Stanley everything I know. “My name is Kate Zainab Omar…”