Brooks Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

Ryder I stopped my walk around Brook’s room to examine one of the pictures. Unable to help myself, I picked it up. A younger version of Brook sat with what had to be her dad in front of an enormous cake with several candles. They both had big grins on their faces. Her dad looked like someone mine would’ve gotten along with. “Don’t you dare,” Brook said, her voice angry and sharp. I looked over at her, confused. “Say what you want about me, but don’t you dare badmouth my dad.”

"I'm just confused about everything that's going on." I patted the empty space beside me on the bed. “What are you confused about?” Brooks lowered herself onto the edge of the bed beside me. The mattress dipped slightly beneath her weight, but she didn't look at me. Instead, she brought her gaze down to her hands resting in her lap, her fingers twisting together in an absent, restless motion, tightening and loosening against each other. "I'm confused about the White Wolves. I don't understand why that man came to me. I don't understand why he gave me the pendant."

He looked like he wanted to laugh, but he saw the look in my eyes and stopped. "What? Who?" “Master Brooks,” I repeated. He scoffed. “No. Riven, stop," Stiles said, shaking his head. "You joking or something? Which Master Brooks?" "The one we all know." "Wait. Master Brooks, like Brooks Brooks? What do you mean Master Brooks is the one behind everything? The Traditional Site Brooks? The peaceful man who avoids politics and dwells in his traditional site?" "He’s right," Grey added. He looked just as confused as Stiles. "Brooks has been a part of the Silverfangs forever. He’s like a grandfather to everyone. There is no way he’s a killer."

“If these photos get out, then you and the Alpha President could be in hot water. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” It takes all of two seconds for me to get what he’s implying. “Are you trying to blackmail me?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips. “We’re just saying that it’s… common courtesy to make some kind of offer when it comes to such sensitive material.” “One thousand Ordan dollars would be a start,” Mr. Brooks adds with a sly grin. “For one picture, that is.” For a moment, I just stare at the men, honestly wondering if this is some kind of sick joke. But it’s not. And suddenly I realize how they can afford their expensive designer suits.

For the next two days, he did not take the initiative to contact Yves and focused all his energy on filming. During the afternoon break, his agent said to him, "The Brooks Corporation wants to shoot a promotional video with you. Do you want to meet their people and talk?" "Brooks Corporation?" Lucas was surprised and thought of Maxwell. The manager nodded. "That's right. It's the very famous Brooks Corporation in Harbor City. They just bid for a piece of land and want to develop it into a new super community. They plan to film a promotional video and want you to be their publicity ambassador."

Now the last drop had fallen into the glass, making the water tip over, and his Monster was released without an attempt at holding it back. “You want to be with this pretty boy?” Brooks's laughter was eerie and scary, it made everyone feel their hairs stand on end, and no one was able to control themselves from feeling fear from the bottom of their hearts. “I can make your wish come true, but you will have to accept that you can never separate from him again. I will make this your burial place, and you will spend the rest of your life here. Of course, I will accompany you to death,” Brooks's smile widened, and his eyes were flashing with madness. “You can have Leo accompanying you in death,

“I just worry about you. The boys I hang out with like to mess around with girls. I don't want any of them to try anything with you. I don't want you to do something at a party that you will regret.” Little did you know, big brother, I had a little taste of that something and wanted more of it, with your best friend. “Grab a couple of beers from the fridge, please. I'm going to make sure the doors locked,” Jason said and shuffled out of the kitchen. I guess the conversation is over. I walked across the kitchen and did as my brother asked me and grabbed a few beers. I set them across the table and stepped out of the kitchen and strolled back into the living room.

The flowers, lush green grass, the bubbling brook and tranquil pond beautiful and an abandoned gazebo evoked a sense of peace and tranquility in me. This was my happy place. The only splash of colour in a muted gray and black background. I felt the grief I had been feeling since the sad news about the White moon pack massacre slowly washing down the drain. A huge part of me still wanted it to be an ugly dream. There was a part of me that wanted whoever was responsible for the massacre to be held accountable for it. I wanted someone to tell me that my mum and sister had hidden in an underground tunnel and survived the massacre, but another part of me knew that the White wolf territory doesn't

BROOKS His mouth devoured mine. Open, heated, consuming. Our tongues tangled, slick and hungry, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling out between us. Every sound only seemed to fuel him more. His lips left mine only to drag down my jaw, my throat, sucking bruises into my skin like he wanted to brand me his in ways no one could erase. “I’ve always wanted you,” he muttered hoarsely between fevered kisses, his breath hot against my lips. “From the second you walked into my bar. Long before you became my fucking stepsister, Brooks, I wanted you. Needed you.”

He made sure that no one was near them as he said to Mr Brooks, “I couldn't figure out what happened, Mr Brooks. But you should know that I found boss Gunnar dead. And my remaining two comrades, I found them unconscious on the ground. This is so strange. Maybe boss Gunnar’s rivals must have done that. After all, they have held a great grudge against us ever since we became stronger and more efficient than them” Mr Brooks threw away the cup that he was holding. He glared at Shark and said to him, “Mister, why are you telling me all that when I don't care? I only care about the deal I made with your boss. Where's my fake daughter? I've come with the money, but now you're telling me stories?”.