Brooke Thompson Ahs Novels & Stories

•Vera POV• "Yes, Miss Vera," Brooke replied, briefly looking toward Thelma before turning back to me. "Thelma and I are best friends. We met in our first year in college, and ever since then, we’ve been together." I smiled and glanced in Thelma’s direction. The look on her face didn’t seem to agree with what Brooke had said. "Yes, Brooke is right about that," she said, then turned to Brooke. "Can I have the password now?"

“Yeah. Sorry. So, I-” “Brooke Anthony, it’s been a while. So nice to see you again.” Ashley’s voice interrupted her, as she moved closer to us with Adonis leisurely coming over too. Brooke looked over at her with a polite smile. “It’s good to see you again, Ashley. I see you’re in good company.” I nearly arched an eyebrow when I noticed that she was pointedly not looking at Adonis at all, which was very weird considering the fact that he is a natural eye magnet. I could only see the slight tension that suddenly creeped into her stance when they walked closed.

‘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

The fact that Quinn has survived that and pushed on to become the person that she is today is a testament to her strength of character. “What trouble are you ladies getting up to back here?” Theo teases, shrugging off his leather jacket as he approaches our little trio gathered at Quinn’s desk. “Astrid’s a seer now,” Brooke announces, swiveling her chair toward him and smiling brightly at her mate. He cocks up a brow. “Oh yeah?” “Try Theo!” Quinn urges, nudging my leg. I glance his way, watching as he bends down to give Brooke a tender kiss in greeting. It’s amazing how sweet Theo is with Brooke given that he tends to be kind of a dick to most everyone else. Pretty sure he’d burn down the wo

Brooke Thompson and her usual crew—Maddie, Hannah, and Sophie—were heading straight for us, and from the look on Brooke's face, this wasn't a social visit. "Well, well," Brooke said as they stopped beside our table. "Look who's making friends." I kept my expression neutral. "Brooke." "I have to say, I'm impressed. Two weeks back and you're already... what's the word... integrating so well." There was something sharp underneath her pleasant tone, something that made my shoulders tense. "Is there something you need?" I asked. "Oh, nothing specific. I just wanted to welcome you back properly. You know, since we didn't get a chance to talk when you first returned."

This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake. “Say what you want, Brooke,” I said coldly. “You’re only wasting your breath.” Her eyes sparkled with malice. “Wasting my breath? Oh, darling boy, I’m just getting started.” She took a step closer, her tone dropping to something almost intimate. “Do you know how much I sacrificed for you, Asher? How much blood I spilled, how many lives I destroyed, just to make you the strongest of us all?” I said nothing, my silence seeming to unnerve her more than any retort.

He still has his hand on my waist, our body was still in touch, and his tall figure was hard to justify with my smaller one. But it is what it is! I am Ashely Brooke, a no-one of New York City, who has started dating Blake Jensen, A popular billionaire of our country.

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

He winks at me when he says this, and I feel myself get even more giddy. “ I guess you could say he knew I have good taste,” I flip my dark hair to the side, joking. “After all, we ARE the superior team.” “I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.” He holds a hand up as if to say stop. “Of all the Ozark fans, Asher manages to find a woman who’s the enemy!” The brunette laughs. She puts out her hand, too. “Hi there. I’m Brooke, I’m AJ’s wife, and the mom to these two little blonde bombshells.” She tickles the older child. “And this is Payton.”

strange. "You are bigger than Trent," she murmured. "Definitely thicker." It wasn't a contest that interested me, but if it made her happy. Brooke pulled back, a bit ashamed. "That asshole used to make me give him blowjobs all the time," she informed us. "I can't believe he made me swallow." "I'd never treat you like that, Brooke," I expressed to her. She smiled and began to vigorously stroke my dick as a reward. Honestly, as long as the girl didn't vomit my seed on me, I could care less what she chose to do with it. Third finger.