Love Unbreakable Bank Brooks Amazon Novels & Stories

Pleased with her reaction, Liam leaned in: "There's more." Selina played along: "What else?" Liam sipped his coffee: "You know the Brooks family in construction materials? They were vying for a Taylor project but were exposed for substandard quality. Apparently, young Mr. Brooks became obsessed with a livestream host, embezzled company funds to become her top donor, and cut corners on materials. The funny part is, the host was actually a man in disguise. When Mr. Brooks went to meet 'her', he fell into a scam. His father had a heart attack and was hospitalized!"

He walked to his study where the woman with grey hair and a long flowy gown with a shawl sat as she sipped on some herbal ginger and aloe vera tea. "Agatha, I'm really sorry to have called you unannounced but I'm sure you're aware of the reason why I did." Izan went straight to the point as soon as he entered the study. "Yes, your beta told me you want to break the bond with your mate." The sweet incense-smelling woman replied calmly. "That is exactly what I want." He pointed a finger at the high priestess in apprehension. "Because of Helena?" Izan nodded. "Alpha Izan, it is impossible to break the bond with your destined mate."

Zariah’s POV The bank was old-Atlanta money, marble and brass on Peachtree, the kind of institution that kept its vault behind three courtesies and a signature card. My name was on that card. I hadn't known that either. I learned it standing at the manager's mahogany desk while a soft-spoken man in a gray suit pulled the access record for box eleven forty-seven and turned it toward me, and I saw my father's careful architect's printing, Marcus A. Brooks, beside a second line, a co-signatory, added years ago, in a signature I had never once written on this or any other bank document. Zariah D. Brooks. My own name, forged in my father's hand, made an executor I'd never agreed to be, given the

But it was Emily who stepped through the door. We both froze when we saw each other standing there. “Oh,” she muttered. “It’s you.” I shut my book. “Do you need something?” “The salve Amanda makes. For pulled muscles.” She sauntered up to the counter. “If you even know what that one looks like.” “Of course I do,” I said. I turned to the shelf behind the counter, found the salve without looking, and slapped it down next to the register. “That’ll be five dollars.”

I give the document one last glance. “And the clearance code? The signature?” “Lucas had access. He might’ve had more than that.” The disbelief surging through my body is almost unbearable. Lucas. My uncle. The man who raised me. Trained me. Looked me in the eye and swore we’d get justice. The man I trusted more than anyone. Was Beta Rowan right about him? “No,” I say. “He wouldn’t.” I look down at the documents again. Everything’s coming apart at the seams.

Why am I here? Give him his money back, or I'll see him. No, I loathe him. Standing outside, I looked up and noticed a few raindrops on my face. It's frigid, unlike my tears. It's eight o'clock. The night is cloudy, and rain falls nonstop. Why does the weather feel similar to my heart? It's freezing outside, but warm inside for him. This is going to be the end of this thing forever. Brooks went bankrupt as a result of what he did with his firm. That's why I'm here to look. How is he doing without me? He continues to aid me, which I do not want. Mom came and grabbed my money, but Theo came back and returned it to me.

“Well, I have money too. More than Bryce. That’s what matters to you, isn’t it?” He released her, reached into his pocket, and pulled out wads of dollar bills. With a flick of his hand, he threw them at her face. The money hit her cheek and fluttered to the ground. Her eyes welled with tears.... not from the pain, but from the humiliation. “I have more,” Williams snapped, pulling out a black card and flinging it at her feet. “You recognize that? That’s an unlimited card. That should buy me your attention. Right? There. I’ve paid for you too.”

But at last I heard my mother say the following words: “Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread.Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it’s really there. Love is inside.”

Ethan had given me so many assurances lately, but surely, they could change when I mustered courage to tell him the truth. There was so much to show and prove why I had to handle my hope cautiously. The love Jessica and Charles shared was such a beautiful thing, yet look at them now, going through a divorce and she hadn’t even cheated. I completely deserted the novel at this point. It felt pathetic, but I missed her. Before she caught Bryce kissing me in my office, it wasn’t possible to go a day without talking to each other. She had been filled with so many jokes and I always wondered how she managed to keep up such a bubbly personality each passing day each passing day. So it was still dif

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.