Midoriya Brooklyn Novels & Stories

"Brooklyn is full of mysteries. She carries secrets even she doesn't know." "I don't care about her secrets," I growled. "I want answers. Now." The seers fell silent, their eyes distant. When they spoke again, their voices were heavy with reluctance. "We cannot give you the answers you seek, Lycan King. The Moon Goddess has gone silent. She is not communicating with us. We can only tell you what we sense—and what we sense is that Brooklyn is the key to something far greater than any of us can comprehend." "Then find out more," I demanded. "Do your visions. See the future. Tell me what I need to do."

Jason looked at his best friend and shook his head, a mixture of pity and annoyance passing through his sharp eyes. Hiram let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his sister's retreating figure. It was entirely clear to them that Vivica wanted to get rid of Brooklyn because of Preston. She wasn't fighting a janitor; she was desperately attempting to destroy the nominal wife who had hijacked the honeymoon suite she had custom-designed. In Brooklyn’s office, as her watch ticked to 17:45, Brooklyn neatly packed her designer handbag and quickly stepped out of her office. She drove straight through the afternoon traffic to Dr Barbara Leroy, the Forensic Psych

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Alpha Wyatt is going to lose it when he sees Remi. “Oh my, Remi! You look stunning!” “Thanks Jade” chuckling with relief. “We’re going to put all the other she-wolves to shame!” Jade smirked. “Yeah hopefully…” I felt nervous thinking if Alpha Wyatts little girlfriend would look better than me or not. “Remi, believe me when I say, you’re gonna put Brooklyn to shame.” ‘So that’s her name, Brooklyn’ Mia snarls. I guess so Mia, but the half moon ball isn’t about us worrying about Alpha Wyatt and his toy Brooklyn. It’s about Jade and supporting her.

I stepped out of the office, walking with purpose but trying — failing — to slow my heartbeat. Because I already knew: Whatever Adrian wanted… He wasn’t after property. He wasn’t after money. He wasn’t after the company. He was after me. And Brooklyn was the quickest way to break me. Not that I would ever let him. Not again. Not in this lifetime. I reached the hallway, heading toward the living space where I’d left her— But I stopped when I saw her silhouette. Brooklyn stood by the wall, arms wrapped around herself. She hadn’t heard me yet. She looked shaken… lost… like she was replaying what almost happened between us and what almost happened tonight.

She turned to the blondie and laughed which made them clear their throat in shame. The blondie turned to me and hugged me, I thought at first she would shake my stretched hand but she slapped it away and hugged me. "I am Valentina Mia D'Angelo and those three dumbasses are my brothers, you can call me Val or Mia either way." She said it with a hint of Italian, then she grinned.

"It's probably just admiration for famous people." Brooklyn sighed, rolling her eyes in a gesture of mock despair. "I know Milo is a hottie and he plays cool guitars. I don't want you acting like one of those crazy girls. There's a loss of decency. You're part of the cheerleading squad now, understand?"

The woman spoke as soon as she was done hugging Tate and stepped around him. She was truly beautiful, plus she had a smile that looked kind. Instead of returning her smile and being polite, like I knew how to do, I just shrugged. When she held out her hand, I folded my arms across my chest. “So, this is Black Fang pack, I am Luna Brooklyn. As you have already met my mate, Alpha Tate, and his brother Beta Eric. I would love to talk with you more, but I am sure you are probably exhausted from your journey.” Brooklyn said, pulling her hand back but not dropping her smile.

He had yet to lay eyes on this ex-best-friend, but he was sure from what little he'd learned that she was of the same caliber as that Sarah person. Fucking succubus. He could well imagine that his princess was no match for her, not in that arena anyway. She didn't seem like she could hurt a fly if the fucker buzzed around her head all day. He'd just have to bring some of his own special brand of fuck you to the little town. There was no fucking way he was living here with that shit hanging over his woman's head. FUCK!

Her voice was slightly shaky, then her eyes drifted to Sheila’s bed, “And I think you have a serious problem here.” My mind froze when I heard her name. Cordelia Blackwell was a well-known name in our world. Everyone knew her, they steered away from her, even witches. A dark witch for a mate. The thought made me erupt into laughter; I knew I must have looked like a mad man. The Mood Goddess really knew how to find my match. I shook my head, and after calming down I ambled towards her. I knew I was in her personal space, when she tried to step back slightly. Being this close to her, I could feel sparks between us, something was cackling.