Brooklyn 99 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

I hadn't accepted my fate; I was waiting. Waiting for him to hand me the knife for the 99th time, waiting for him to complete those 99 slow cuts. Then I would take the blade he gave me and end everything between us myself. Gary's vision suddenly darkened. He staggered backward, grabbing the edge of the bed to keep from collapsing. He had been wrong. Completely wrong. Right then, his phone buzzed. A news notification popped up on the screen. The headline was sharp and vicious. [Cooper Corporation Scandal: CEO's Wife Caught in Late-Night Hotel Rendezvous!]

“Aiden wasn’t being paranoid.” Candice frowned. “What do you mean?” I looked out over the city lights, his voice becoming almost inaudible. “Someone has started digging into the little incident at Brooklyn .” The wind swept across the balcony and for the first time since we began talking the whiskey in our glasses remained untouched. I watched as all the color drained from her face. “ You can’t be serious”.

There was a dull pain at the back of my neck before my vision went dark. I lost consciousness. When I came to, I realized that I had been stuffed into a dark closet. Through the narrow gap of the door, I could see that the room outside was a bridal suite. Veronica's pliant body was wrapped around a man's muscular waist as she cooed breathily, "Tonight is our wedding night. Be gentle, okay? It's my first time." The muscles in Callum's neck bulged while he reached out to touch her face greedily. His demeanor was completely different from the perfunctory attitude he had shown me the night we slept together. The love shining in his eyes was practically overflowing.

He brushed his lips over hers and said, “That’s my girl.” “And don’t you forget it,” she said, kissing him back. Brooklyn had her phone out again, typing furiously. Cort peered over her shoulder and asked, “What are you writing now?” Brooklyn stopped long enough to glance at him with a mischievous smile and said, “I’m sure everyone would love to read about what a great sport Carl is.” “Are you really going to write about his behavior?” Cort asked. Nodding, Brooklyn finished typing and tucked her phone back into her purse.

“Can we ever meet together without arguing?? You both bicker a lot.” “I do not!” They say in union, glaring at me before at each other. Logan and I laugh. This just proves my point. Suddenly, a mouthwatering musky scent wafts in the air and I sit upright. Brooklyn is near. Soon, a knock on the door before it opens. Brooklyn's head pops in before the rest of her body. Her gaze naturally gravitates towards me, then narrows when she sees someone beside me. The wave of jealousy from her hit me and I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Clearing my throat, I lean forward.

Then another text came through, carrying his usual unquestionable certainty. [Once I’m done handling this situation, we’ll have the wedding. I promise. Just wait for me a little longer, okay?] I stared at the message for half a minute before blocking his number and deleting every way he could contact me. As the plane took off, I watched the city slowly disappear beneath the clouds. I touched the scar on my face that hadn’t fully faded, then looked down at the bandages wrapped around my hands. There was no reluctance, only relief. Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough.

I stepped out of the office, walking with purpose but trying — failing — to slow my heartbeat. Because I already knew: Whatever Adrian wanted… He wasn’t after property. He wasn’t after money. He wasn’t after the company. He was after me. And Brooklyn was the quickest way to break me. Not that I would ever let him. Not again. Not in this lifetime. I reached the hallway, heading toward the living space where I’d left her— But I stopped when I saw her silhouette. Brooklyn stood by the wall, arms wrapped around herself. She hadn’t heard me yet. She looked shaken… lost… like she was replaying what almost happened between us and what almost happened tonight.

Once I stopped shivering from the cold, I picked up my phone and started scrolling absentmindedly. That was when Alessio posted a photo in the class group chat. In the photo, he had his arm around Vittoria. They were both holding up a gun, aiming at a target in front of them. He followed it up with a message. "Vittoria said if I impress her enough, she'll allow me to get close to her and be her personal trainer." But it was what was at the center of the target that caught my eye. I zoomed in on the photo until I could read the engraving.

Roxanne's POV The door opened and the music hit first, then the heat, then the eyes. Every single one of them. The conversation near the entrance didn't stop immediately, it stuttered, like a record skipping, and then the whispers started moving through the room in a wave I could physically track from face to face. Is that Roxanne Sinclair?" "No fucking way." "Since when does Blackwood date Omegas?" "Holy shit, she's actually hot!" I kept my chin up. Tyson's hand sat flat against the small of my back, warm and steady, and I felt him lean slightly closer without breaking step.