Elle Brooks Author Novels & Stories

Brooks' POV There were many mornings in my life I wishedI could stuff myself deep into my comforter and become embedded into the mattress. Not even for sleep but to simply evade what was coming that day. Today proved to be one of those days from this hangover that was evident from my own karmic actions. But it wasn’t the thunderous pull of my head turning against me that made me want to shuffle myself into oblivion, but for the thirteen drafts of an embarrassing email I thankfully had enough sense to keep from actually sending. Although I couldn’t piece together the details of a single one without the words becoming a haze of desperation and broken pride, I knew it was enough to know I could

That answer somehow made Valeria feel even smaller. Mrs. Brooks wasn't talking about curiosity. She was talking about character. The same character someone had apparently been documenting long before they met. "Mrs. Brooks..." The older woman looked up. "Were those reports true?" "What reports?" "The observations." Mrs. Brooks nodded once. "As far as I know." "So someone really..." She struggled to finish the sentence. "...followed my life?" "I don't know how they gathered every detail." "But yes." Valeria closed her eyes. The confirmation hurt more than the discovery itself.

he answered “ You need one who will hold an umbrella over your head Incase it rains while you weep at the grave that you wished she was still here when I am there with you ” Sloan blurts spitefully “ I have every right to mourn her Sloan , she made me whom I am today ” “ There would have been no Brookes limited if it weren't for her ,a benefit you are enjoying ” Mr Brookes replied “ Because she created Brookes limited does not mean I'll mourn her ” Sloan countered

Let me tell you, Brooks as we speak has lost his successor right as the next helmsman of his family and has been banished! "He has a Mansion here in East Highland Park! That is how he was able to arrive here in such a short time! In case you also don't know as you guys appear to be dummies. "Brooks came here today to use you to get back at Mr. Wood! And guess what? Aside from these men here right now, he has nothing else to offer you! Your trump card is a total scam! If I was you, I'll return Brianna to Mr. Wood and plead for mercy! Mr. Wood is merciful. I'm sure he will forgive you!"

"I'm not running from anything." Brooks hummed low, as if he didn't quite believe me. "Right. Of course not." The room seemed to shrink, as if the walls had closed in on me while I wasn't looking. Brooks was a master of moving around people, pushing them, poking at their defenses just to see where they would crack. And currently, I could see that he was having the time of his life. "See, you know," he thought, his voice dropping slightly, "I don't know, how much of you is really you? And how much is just whatever Tristan permits you to be? Tristan can be quite controlling."

"Deal with me, Brooks. Leave... Riven... out of this." Master Brooks moved to a chair a little far from us, like a podium. He sat back in his high, leather-backed chair at the head of the room. He crossed his legs. He looked down at Sky with a cold, disgusted look—no emotions, not a single one. This man is a monster!

She was different from the other girls I’d been with, just the same way Anna was. Could it be possible that they were the same person? I wondered and quickly shook my head, dismissing the thought. I met her in Brigdon, whereas from Rita’s reports, Anna seems to have lived her life in Delroy. “Sir, I also checked Ms Brookes's data,” Rita said, interrupting my train of thoughts. I looked up and gestured for her to proceed. “She’s twenty-eight years old from Delaware, no parents, went to college in Campbell, graduated top of her class, and is currently living downtown in Abbey Street,” she said.

News about him has been non-existent, so I imagine he has been killed. Soon, the whole place is emptied and I am alone once more, standing underneath the sunset. I want a drink to drown out the pain and hopelessness I feel, but I feel like too much of an intruder to do that. “Miss Houston?” I hear a voice I recognize as Brooks’ say beside me. I look at him. Brooks is a bit old. He is an Olympic sharpshooter that Howard had recruited. He has a bit of a piratical look about him, with a scar running down the side of his rugged face.

They need each other, at least they have mated completely. "You have lived your whole life here, is he forcing you? Your family, me, our friends, your shop everyone is here. But to make this decision, you need to trust in yourself, as I do."Brooke was very well-respected person in the fashion world, she has been making dresses and designs since she was 15. She had her own 2 story shop here right in the center of our kingdom.

“At least I have a job and a house, Brook,” I reply evenly. “Remind me again what you have?” Her smile snaps off her lips and her face turns a nice shade of ugly… And there she is. The real Brook. That’s more like it. This is the Brook I know. The one who’d smile at you while she twisted the knife in your back. The viper that hides among sheep, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Sure, Chloe was a manipulative, jealous bitch, but compared to Brook? Chloe was an amateur. Brook is the real villain; always has been.