Ike Broflovski Voiced By Novels & Stories

“There’s a man in the lobby from LMGK who wants to speak to you.” Klaus groaned and checked his Rolex watch. His very gaudy, very expensive Rolex watch. “Oh GOD… of course this happens to me right now… what’s his name?” he snarled. I uncovered the mouthpiece. “What’s his name, Stan?” “A Mr. Brooks. Mr. Connor Brooks.” “Connor Brooks,” I said to Klaus – who put on the snottiest expression imaginable, like one of the queen bitches from the old Lindsay Lohan movie Mean Girls.

“What’re you talking about? I told you in the email. I did.” I refrained from rolling my eyes as I answered, “And I know when you lie, Broderick. You didn’t make this.” “Yes…” Brick stepped closer, widening his eyes as if trying to convince me with his big-eyed stare. “I did.” Lord, he would never grow up, would he?

Dominicus is lucky to have someone like Rothgar in his corner. Just as the Elders disappear from view, a burst of hushed whispers erupts from the Zervos pack. They’ve just witnessed something unprecedented—something I’m sure they will never forget in their lives. “Luna,” a voice calls out, warm and respectful. I turn, pulling myself from my thoughts, to find Brodik standing before me, a soft and friendly smile on his face. “If you’re done here, I think it’s best we leave,” he says gently.

she questioned, her gaze sharp. Brooke tensed slightly before forcing a laugh. “The guy’s a ghost, Aliya. As much as I’d kill to see someone like him, I hate to say—I haven’t.” She tried to sound convincing. “I mean, listen to the name Liam. Doesn’t it just sound muscular?” she quipped, nudging Aliya playfully. For the first time tonight, Aliya laughed. “See? You agree with me,” Brooke chuckled. “I think he should look like Nick.”

The exact guys who were supposed to be nothing more than my stepbrothers. And then, right on cue, every single one of them growled out the exact same word: "Mate." I was entirely at their mercy, completely frozen as the reality of it hit me. Suddenly, the front door chimed. A deep, authoritative voice echoed from the living room, making me shudder in fear. "Brielle?" My eyes widened in total shock. "Professor Lucian?”

It is just as Brooks said it. His convoy has indeed earned him some respect from Hugo and a voice. It is obvious because, under normal circumstances, Hugo should've at least questioned Brooks on how he came in as he barged in on them, but he didn't do that and went ahead to ask him who he is. He even did so politely, which is quite unlike him. "My bad," Brooks smiles apologetically and says proudly, "I'm Brooks Miller, the Scion of the Millers from Forest Hills."