Brooklyn 99 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nonna shakes her head,” she will shift early, and Brooklyn might be able to scent him and will know and hopefully tell us. Dad looks at Momma and I can tell they are mind linking with each other, she shakes her head and then pouts at him, when a knock hits the door and we all turn to see Brooklyn walking in, her eyes are glowing red and she smirks at Momma and growls as her ears grow and Daddy moves quickly picking her up and running out of the room with all of us right behind him.

Not the people I love. This realization made me realize that, perhaps unknowingly, I have far more feelings for Brooklyn than Lucy. Aaron listened and said seriously, "Anyway, I don't want Brooklyn to get hurt." I'm not going to let Brooklyn get hurt in any way. This is my promise to him. But I still hurt Brooklyn. We didn't expect Kate and Hale to be brave enough to try to break into the Ancient Book Pavilion, and we didn't expect Hale, who was timidly hiding behind Kate a few days ago, to dare to yell at me.

Something tugs at my chest just then. Lila shifts inside my mind, giving a soft, comforting rumble that brings me right back to reality. I touch my stomach lightly over the fabric of my dress, taking a slow, steadying breath. There's no need to feel bad, I know my baby and I will be welcomed in Bristol Pack. Kaiser promised me a fresh start, a safe place where nobody will look at me like an unwanted stray or a walking blood bank for my sister. My future isn't in this pack house anymore, and that is completely fine.

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

"Yes. Actually, I didn't expect it either. How could Brook be enslaved by love. Even though I think he still likes Elsa. " “Nothing can replace Elsa in Brooklyn's heart. Even with Kayla. However, that doesn't mean Brook can't love other women. You can see how Brook loves his wife. " Beverly nodded. Her gaze was fixed on a man and two boys who were now clinging to their father's feet. The man stands to line up the ice cream. Beverly remembered that she and Brooklyn had done that to her father very well. Tortured his father by asking strange things, and somehow his father always obeyed his wishes. “Dad, is Kayla's spaghetti ready? If so, let's go home now. I'm afraid Brook will get angry if we

“What—let me go!” Vincent turned so he was face-to-face with her and sneered, his arms holding her impossibly tight. “Don’t you dare fight this, Brooklyn. You promised to do whatever it would take to see this company succeed.” “I’m not doing this, Vincent. We’re not even married yet, so you can’t make me do this.” “Not yet, my dear,” Vincent’s smile looked like he was losing his mind. “But that’s why you’re here.” Brooklyn’s eyes pinched together in confusion before Vincent nodded to Lacy, who was observing from behind them. She stepped away for a minute and when she came back, there was a paper and pen in hr hands.

But right now, the syllabus sitting on my desk looked like a blur of black ink, and my stomach was tightly knotted. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was the insanity of the deal I had struck with Brayden in that retro diner. Fake dating my boyfriend's bitter twin brother just to survive a family war. It sounded like a cheap plot from a trashy novel, yet here I was, living it.

Then I pulled him against my chest and held him there, one hand spanning the back of his neck, the other resting low on his spine. “I know,” I said against his hair. “That’s why we’re doing it properly.” We stayed like that while the morning light slowly filled the room. The notebook sat on the nightstand, full of everything we had both admitted while Ren was still soft enough to be completely honest — including how much he loved being forced open around me and how much further he wanted to go. Later, Adrian would turn those pages into a contract. But damn, my boy's words are such a turn on. He likes getting fucked while sore? And even wants something bigger up his ass...I bet my fist is on

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

Riley looks nervous about this introduction. "And you are?" Nova asks. "Brooklyn but you can call me Brooke," I tell them. "Oh, Okay Brooke I just wanted to tell you that Mason is mine we are together and we love each other," she informs me. I want to laugh because a guy like Mason does not have girlfriends and I should know. "Okay," I tell her. I notice Mason and his gang come into the cafeteria which makes everyone stop eating and look at them. If you dropped a penny everyone would hear it.