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“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

I scrolled through the folders until one labeled The Truth stopped me cold. I hesitated as my pulse roared in my ears. Then, I clicked it open. My breath caught when I saw a video file but immediately I pressed play. Brooke appeared on screen, casually seated on a plush couch. She didn’t look like someone about to drop a bomb. She looked… calm. “Welcome to part two of the truth, Aliya,” she said, leaning in slightly, her voice disturbingly sweet. “By now, you’ve probably started putting the pieces together.”

“Leilani and Adonis have made a big mistake, and they have hurt my Neil deeply, but you can never, ever be the kind of person Leila is. She has achieved so much at a very young age, she has won people’s hearts, and she is still going places despite the big problems you have triggered. People will eventually forgive her, but you will remain in jail for a long time. All those dreams, mansions and money you want to take from her? You will never have it. I promise you.” Brooke’s face was set in grim lines, as she stared coldly back at Cora. “I want you to tell me something though.” I said to her, my voice hard. “You were not the one who took that video. So who did?” She shifted her eyes to meet

I am not sure about anything, but one thing I am sure of is that with these two, Jarek and me wouldn't have any dull moment in our lives. _____________________________________________________ Stepping out of the clubhouse to get some fresh air, I find myself walking towards the garage. The lights of the shed are on, and somewhere, I know who I might find there. As expected, I see Brooke bend over the table with all the tools spread over it as she is probably working on some car parts. Her headphones cover her ears as she is focused on the part that she is working on. I walk to her, and still, she doesn't notice my presence.

“Doug immediately homes in on her, I mean, Brooke was freaking gorgeous with these big blue eyes and corn silk blonde hair down her back, a bod that would make a dead man sit up and take notice. Believe me she—” “I get the picture, she was hot,” she interjects, “But what happened to her at the party?” “They started dancing, slow dancing, and fooling around a little. Brooke is clearly the aggressor at this point. She’s all over him, while wearing the tiniest mini-skirt and a midriff top,” I recount the event, suppressing the boiling anger I felt at the time. I stare out the window. “Of course, his buddies have their cell phones out recording her going at him.” I look at Abigail, “This is the

Eddie said and Brooke Baldwin deleted the video on the phone. "What about the one on your laptop?". Eddie asked. "I will delete It when I am a werewolf-like you". Brooke Baldwin said. "You idiot, that wasn't our agreement. You said you will delete it after the bite". Eddie said to him angrily, he grabbed his collar, ready to punch him but stopped and pushed him to the ground. "To hell with your agreement". Brooke Baldwin said and started laughing. TIME: 01:00 PM " We're drenched already, let's get back to the hotel and get ready to leave". Princess Diana said to them. They all left the forest and returned to the hotel not knowing Brooke Baldwin was there and captured everything with his phon

"My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest." One of the friends gasped theatrically, as if this were breaking news and not a manufactured scene. "Wait, is this the guy from the pictures? The one from Rich&Unfiltered?" "The one and only wannabe," Brooke raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off Zoe. "Some people just cannot help themselves." She wagged a manicured finger, the same finger that had once threaded through Zoe's own during a funeral, the same hand that had signed her over to men who called her nothing at all.

Swiftly, I grab a pair of basketball shorts from behind a tree and toss them to him; the last thing I want is for my sister to catch an eyeful of him. As Brock shifts back to his human form and slips into the shorts, one of the warriors hauls forward a young man who's been trailing us—none other than the guy currently dating my little sister. The warrior flings the young man's phone towards Alpha Brock. With a grim expression, Brock inspects the text messages lighting up the screen. It was from Yadiel asking if this young man was able to bring his......

"When we looked into it, we realized the surveillance footage from your house had been tampered with. Our technical team managed to recover the deleted files. Take a look at what a 'kind' person your sister Sophia actually is." The video showed Sophia standing by a window with a pair of scissors, expressionlessly shredding her own dress into pieces. Then the scene shifted. Sophia stood before Giselle, holding their parents' portrait high above her head. She was demanding that Giselle bark like a dog, threatening to smash the frame if she didn't comply. Giselle screamed, begging her to stop. Before she could even finish her plea, Sophia let go and the portrait shattered against the floor. The

The screen powers on, and I stare at the blank screen, heart pounding. I need a password. Hold on, I know this… My fingers move instinctively over the keyboard, and I stifle my excitement when the display shifts. This is it. The cursor hovers over his files, and I bite my lip…and click. I am greeted by a sea of videos spilling into the screen—Jason and a blonde, Jason and two gingers… I scroll with a scowl on my face, willing myself to sit through these videos. It's not because I'm disgusted. It's the tiny shivers running down my spine each time flesh meets flesh.