Brooke Slater Novels & Stories

Brooke, grinding her white teeth through the agony, barks loudly, “Grab my silver gun from the table! And bring that little twin cub we caught in the woods today! You wanna play tough with my life, Mars Reed? My claws will send your soul and your daughter straight to hell together!” My head is now totally dizzy from the heavy beating, and dark blood is trickling down fast from my forehead. My jaw reluctantly releases its tight grip on her leg the second my ears hear Brooke threaten to kill my little daughter. My body could easily drag Brooke down to the grave with me, but what about my sweet cub? The other rogue fighters wouldn't spare Mars or Jessa Moore. Finally free from my teeth, Brooke

I’m excited to be here and finally meet everyone in person. “Hey!” Brooke greets with a bright smile as we approach. She’s dressed in what I’ve gathered is typical Brooke fashion- chuck taylor sneakers, ripped up jeans, a Queen t-shirt, and a flannel tied around her waist. She pulls off the punk rock/nerd combo flawlessly, even makes it look sexy, which is no surprise since the girl is supermodel gorgeous. “You ready to jump right in?” I grin. “Absolutely.” Brooke pushes out of her desk chair, stepping over to the conference table and sinking down into one there, instead. “Have a seat,” she urges as she clicks a remote to turn the large screen on, pulling a wireless keyboard and mouse closer

Damon gave Carly a smile for coming to my rescue. BROOKE AND ELLA Brooke stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Before, she saw herself as this beautiful, strong woman, and now... she was a mess. There were so many things in her life that were taking place, so many things she needed to make right and fix. She had done so much wrong in the last few months, lying and cheating. She wanted to be done with all of it. She took a deep breath, feeling her lungs fill up with air. She reached for the door handle, giving it a turn, and swinging the door to an open. Ella stood up against the staircase, her shoulder length hair forced back in a ponytail. She barely showed any skin, wearing a gray, l

Shelby knew all of Kate’s secrets – her first crush, her fears, her wants and her deepest desire – to find a mate who would rule the Golden Pack at her side. As her alarm clock went off, Kate rolled over slapping the clock to the floor as it continued to go off. Growling she rolled over in her king size bed and grabbed the alarm clock turning it off before throwing it against the wall. As her best friend, Lily walked in just dodging the alarm clock, she started singing happy birthday. Lily was her best friend and their Beta’s daughter.

The way 'seagulls' rolled off her tongue, I knew she meant 'winged rats' instead of any true avian. Oh cool; she had a Carnegie-Melon ring. Oh cool; she was watching my still erect penis bobbing her way. I thought a little damage control/diplomacy was in order. "As I said, I'm Cáel. I work as an intern at Havenstone Commercial Investments. Brooke recently graduated Vassar, was going to get married to some other guy, but that fell through a little while ago," I directed the conversation to Brooke and I not being parasites. "School?" Hana inquired. So much for that.

Ever since I turned when I was sixteen my goddess abilities have surfaced so I can tell when someone is not who they say they are though I don't read minds. "Why do you hate me?" She asked in a whisper. While I went around her assessing her search to see if she was an Intruder. "Tell me about yourself I mean EVERYTHING don't leave anything out. I wanna know about your family were you're from, what you do for a living everything even your favourite color.." I said sitting on my bed while she stood there. "Okay my name is Brook Powers I am from London I belonged to a pack called mount Wolf ash pack were I was uh abused.." She said her voice cracking at the end tears threatening to spill.

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.