Danielle Brooks Novels & Stories

Marcus hesitates for the first time since he walked in, and that hesitation tells me everything before he even says the name. “The mirror traces back to a device registered to a Danielle Brooke.” The room tilts slightly. I hear the name and my brain simply refuses to attach it to anything real for a full three seconds, refuses to let Danielle, who dragged me back into a friend group after Chloe’s war, who staged a fainting distraction outside Principal Mercer’s office just to buy me time, exist in the same sentence as a mirrored phone connection feeding my private life to a man who nearly had me killed. The room falls into a heavy, suffocating stillness as images flash through my head in rap

Opens her contacts. Camille Brooks. Society influencer. Gossip queen. The woman who can make or break reputations with a single post. She types: *I have a story you’re going to love. About Ariana Vale and Lucian Blackwood. Interested?* The response is immediate: *Always. Send details.* Vanessa smiles. Let the games begin.

He commanded glaring at me. " Well, she's not with our pack either, she ran out of the pack at midnight and has been untraceable." I finally announced and the Alpha of Crimson Pack stared at me with eyes agape and full of disdain. " What's her name again?." He suddenly asked, like someone, that a light bulb just sparked up in his head. "Petal Brooks." I replied Wondering what he was thinking about. "So it's y'all?"

On the other hand, Mister Robson was always had an eye on Danielle as soon as he saw her entering the venue. He was captivated and mesmerized by her like the other male in the said event. “ Same here, Mister Gregor.” He said and then he glanced at her. “ If I may...Can I have your name young lady?” “ Oh? I'm Danielle Artates. I'm Mister Gregor's personal assistant. “ She said professionally and was about to took a hand shake with the fat, old, businessman. Mister Robson was waiting for her hand but Anthony interrupted

Thanks for bringing it back; you cannot go" he said push me out and closed his human rock. I have nowhere else to go and I can't go back to Atlantica. It's so dark here unlike in Atlantica where the only dark place is the skull room. (ASHER'S POV) I was resting on my couch in the Beach House and surfing the internet when suddenly my door opened and I glanced at it to see a naked girl standing in front of the door and looking around the house. Suddenly she screamed out and started laughing. she looks so beautiful; she has a blue hair and her skin is so fair and spotless.

Brooks says to Daniel. Daniel changed into a blue shirt and some jeans. Brooks is still wearing a gray t-shirt and a gray zip-up over it. He has some white sweatpants on too. They both look good. Kylie is wearing her silk robe and some of her clothes underneath. Her makeup and hair still perfect. Me on the other hand … Daniel and Brooks have Kylie take a picture of them and it came out really good. “Hey man, I’m gonna buzz soon. My mom will go crazy” Brooks says laughing.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

She’s a wild flame, down to earth and a natural at this job – so much so, you’d never guess it wasn’t her first career choice. Danielle had wanted to be an a broadway actress until she realised that, in her own words, she had the stage presence of a brick. She persevered for several years and achieved the odd bit-part, but nothing more. The crunch came on the day she was turned down for an audition to play a dead body in a First Aid training video. “If that isn’t a signal to get a real job, I don’t know what is,” she says. Yet when you meet Dani it’s impossible to believe she’s experienced a single setback in life. I still remember her striding in here two years ago with her proud and plenti

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.