Broomer X Chalky Novels & Stories

“You being affiliated with Bloom Beauty actually boosted sales. Like, for real. Whatever we paid you was worth it for the company.” Charlie nods, his expression softer now. “She’s right. You don’t owe us anything.” I nod back. “Thanks.” But I already know, I’m still going to make it up to them somehow. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to spoil the hell out of Anastasia Blomqvist. She better be ready. { Anastasia } I notice the change in Bram immediately. The second he gets cleared, it’s like someone flipped a switch inside him. He went from “hot guy who casually works out” to athlete.

Peter’s first male friend and second friend next to Sunny. Time flew by so fast and he's now 16. It’s Christmas break and he’s planning to go home to spend the vacation with Sunny. He already packed his things for tomorrow's travel and didn't forget to bring his gift for Sunny which is a customized resin guitar picker. It has a flower designed in it, a daisy which is Sunny's favorite flower. His gift's stored in a small jewellery box. Sunny learned to play guitar already after Peter taught her. It became their bonding when Peter went home to visit.

Whatever! She brushed her fat curls until they fell loosely down her back and glossed her lips with her favorite cherry flavored lip-gloss. With one last twist and turn in the mirror she spritzed on some body splash from the Dollar store before grabbing her bag and heading for the door. She didn't have time for makeup, who could afford it?

"Check if Brock is still in custody. NOW. Emma's description of the man at the window matches Brock. This could be nothing. Or it could be everything. Check immediately and call me back." My hands shook as I dialed Agent Park. "Bethany, what's wrong?" "I need you to verify something. Immediately. Is Brock still in custody? Still in prison?" "Why? What happened?" "Emma described the man at the window in Vermont. Dr. Chen thinks it sounded like Brock. I need to know if he's still locked up or if somehow—" "Hold on. I'm checking now." Silence. The longest sixty seconds of my life. I could hear Agent Park typing. Making calls. Swearing under her breath.

Better crying for the result than dying in curiosity. I chuckled as if the cookie is reading my mind. I keep the small paper inside my pocket and decided to call it a night. I walk towards where my car is being parked while mindlessly humming to Don’t Start Now by Dua Lipa. As I unlocked my car, I saw a pamphlet on the door side. I take a look of the brochure. It’s an invitation for a seminar. I was about to throw the paper to the nearest dustbin, but I saw a slogan on the bottom page.

6 Zac I had texted Bloom during last period to tell her to meet me at my house so she could tutor me. As much as I hated chemistry, studying with Bloom actually made sense. The way she explained things made it easy to understand. She was incredibly patient with me. She wouldn't get frustrated when I got distracted or started messing around. She remained composed when I was having a hard time understanding something. I just—I liked having her tutor me. It was weird. I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Rowan moves so fast, Xander only feels a gust of wind before he grabs the front of his shirt and lands a punch right into his jaw. Xander stumbles but catches his balance. He brings his hand up and wipes the blood at the corner of his mouth. He lets out a crazed chuckle. “You hit harder than I remembered.” “Speak of him again and I’ll have your people take your body back in a sack,” Rowan growls low and dangerous, his wolf almost at the surface as the pheromones around him shift darkly, spreading quickly in the office.

"A heritage textile brand. Sixty years. They make linen — table, bed, bath. The quality is exceptional. The problem is that the e-commerce generation doesn't understand why something costs what it costs when you can buy something that looks the same for a quarter of the price." "What's the brief?" "Teach people to feel the difference before they see the price," she says. "The campaign is built around tactility — the specific language of touch that high-quality linen produces that synthetic fabric doesn't. You can't photograph the difference. You can describe it precisely enough that people recognize it before they've touched it." Daniel is quiet for a moment. "Like a wine description that ma