Motherless Brooklyn Novels & Stories

"Tam, George just has temporary amnesia. He doesn't remember you right now, but didn't you love playing with him? Why don't we wait a few days? Maybe his memory will come back." Mom scoffed loudly in my head. "What nonsense! In your past life, that little girl from the Rogers family tore your favorite bow. You barely said anything, yet George locked you outside. "You stood in the rain for so long you almost got sick. In the end, it was that Muller boy who came looking for you with an umbrella. He kept saying 'what a hassle', but still draped his coat over you." Hearing that, something in my chest tightened. I didn't understand why Mom kept talking about the "past life", but every word weighe

How could they kill someone like her who had done nothing wrong to them? Now, one of my closest friends, my only sibling, has died. She is, indeed, my sister, but she is only my half-sister. I kept Levine a secret from my Mom because I didn't want my parents' relationship to deteriorate. Mom does not want to relive the agony she felt when Dad betrayed her. So I secretly helped Levine since she came in as a helper to me, but I never considered her as a maid. I was sorry I didn't tell her about me, being her sister. Now, those men slaughtered her mercilessly, and it was all because of me.

Yowley ordered her men to seize him. "Although he's nothing but a toy to entertain me, I detest disloyal and filthy toys." The bidding conference proceeded smoothly, and my project went on to be a huge success. I kept going higher, and my quality of life improved exponentially. Meanwhile, Lipton Corporation struggled desperately. They were on the edge of shutting down. The night before Lipton Corporation announced bankruptcy, Yelena couldn't accept that outcome and lost her mind. She ended up being admitted to a mental hospital.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

A new lease deposit on a nicer place in Stockbridge, first and last down. And the timing. I laid it against my own timeline and my stomach turned over. The first deposit had cleared four days before Tasha Brooks called her estranged daughter for the first time in years. Four days before Mama? on the penthouse phone. Four days before the diner where Zariah had come home gray and cracked open and refused for two days to say what her mother had told her, and then finally, in the cold kitchen, had said it to Malik like she was reading a charge sheet: My mother says you killed my father.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This chapter contains themes of attempted murder, violence, death, psychological distress, trauma responses, and graphic descriptions of a fatal fall. Reader discretion is advised. Please take care while reading. Katia stood on the gravel-strewn rooftop of the I* Technologies building in Brooklyn, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her grey wool coat. The wind at twenty stories up was direct and biting, carrying the sharp scent of exhaust and cold river air from the East River. Below, the streets were a loud, continuous grind of yellow cabs, delivery trucks, and the distant thud of construction, while across the water, the Manhattan skyline rose like a giant, gli

I took the call with my tone sounding at least several tones lighter than usual. “You need to get back to New York. Now.” Unlike mine, Grayson's voice couldn't be more tense and nervous. “What happened?” I braced myself for the upcoming blow. “It's about Brooklyn Heights,” he started and sucked in a shaky breath. “Three floors were completely destroyed. Ten people are dead.”

[ BROOKLYN ] Mr. Armani lets out a harsh scoff as he stares at the cheque again. Irritation and disbelief twist his face. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to deceive and defraud me just like your father?” He glares at me. Mom leans closer and whispers, her voice shaking with shock. “Brooklyn, where did you get this kind of money from?” “I’ll explain everything when we get home.” I whisper back. Even though disbelief still fills her eyes, she pulls back and stays quiet.

Riley looks nervous about this introduction. "And you are?" Nova asks. "Brooklyn but you can call me Brooke," I tell them. "Oh, Okay Brooke I just wanted to tell you that Mason is mine we are together and we love each other," she informs me. I want to laugh because a guy like Mason does not have girlfriends and I should know. "Okay," I tell her. I notice Mason and his gang come into the cafeteria which makes everyone stop eating and look at them. If you dropped a penny everyone would hear it.

Her mother-in-law slammed her hand against the dining table and shrieked, her voice vibrating against the walls, “How dare you! A girl from the gutters, a janitor, dare to lecture us on narrow-mindedness? You should be scrubbing our floors, not standing on them. Listen carefully, little girl. You will never be my daughter-in-law. You are not worthy.” Brooklyn turned her head slowly, meeting her mother-in-law’s hateful stare with the unblinking calm of someone used to delivering life-altering news. She observed her mother-in-law’s rage as if it were a symptom of a failing heart. Then her mother-in-law looked at her son with disappointment in her eyes and said, “Look at what you have brought i