Motherless Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Brooklyn snapped at her friends as they shuddered. "We are very sorry Brooklyn. We thought you hadn't..." Karen, covered perton lips as she was about to cause commotion. Brooklyn was never gonna forgive her if she had uttered those words. "Spit it out! What are you trying to say? Brooklyn ask noticing her behavior. " Nothing too serious. Nevermind. She Utter as they begin to walk away. They hope inside the car as the driver took off. ***** Isabella went home that afternoon, but she couldn't find her mother. Guess she's still in her work place. Her father was buried yesterday as the two of them attended the burial funeral.

The bruise on Maya's cheekbone had faded to a sickly yellow-green, but she still caught herself checking it in every reflective surface she passed. Three weeks since she'd walked out. Three weeks since she'd decided that surviving meant more than just breathing. The studio apartment in Brooklyn wasn't much—a Murphy bed that groaned when she pulled it down, a kitchen the size of a closet, bars on the windows—but it was hers. More importantly, it was three hundred miles away from him.

she adds. “Did you know I dragged him halfway across the country to New York? My aunt was dead set against it, saying we’d be swayed by the devil into doing ungodly things. It made us even more determined to get away from home. “We moved into a dingy apartment in Brooklyn. It smelled like spilt beer and moldy laundry, now matter how many times we cleaned it. Gosh, we loved that place. I imagine, had my folks been alive, they would have lost their minds and said we were falling prey to a dungeon of sinners,” she reminisces.

Aunt Lana gently squeezed her hands, but Mila kept going. “I was devastated. Crushed. But I didn’t let him see it. I didn’t let lily see it either. I smiled, held my head high, and said goodbye. Because it wasn’t my fault. Not being able to have a baby—it’s not a crime. It wasn’t a choice I made.” Her voice cracked. “What broke me even more was that my family—the ones I called Mom and Dad—vanished when I needed them most. They didn’t pick up my calls. Didn’t come when I begged them to. I was nothing to them without him.”

“Let them plot. “Sometimes the best feeling is letting your enemy think they’ve won before you crush them.” Sure enough, early the next morning, a video shot to the top of the city’s trending list. In the video, my mother wore faded old clothes, her hair gray and messy. Facing the camera, she cried as if her heart were breaking. “Suzy, I know I was wrong. I was foolish before, favoring your brother and hurting you. I’m begging you for forgiveness! “But you’re my daughter. Blood is thicker than water! Your brother was immature, and I’ve already punished him for it. We’re family. No matter what happens, family is family!

Marie tried hard not to scream while standing her ground in order to pass across how she really felt to the brothers. “And I don’t think it’s my fault either “ Drey responded with a blank look on his face, disregarding the wave of emotions that were flying in the air. Marie had almost forgotten that Drey was a fierce Mafia Lord that kills and torture people without emotions, so why was she expecting as much as sympathy from him. She looked straight in Drey's eyes, but she couldn’t even read what it was saying. “You always try to fuck everything up with everyone around you, and you’re doing it again.” Nathan hit his shoulders lightly

“Brooke, you need to leave. You need to wake up, love. You aren’t supposed to be here.” Brooklyn felt confused as she stared at her mother at the other end of the shore. “I don’t understand,” Brooklyn admitted, looking at her mother. “Where am I?” Her feet felt glued into the sand, unable to be pulled out. Instead of struggling to approach her mother, she relented to the serene atmosphere and remained in place. “Mom, what’s going on? Where am I?” Her mom offered a tight smile. “Where you shouldn’t be. You need to leave. People still need you.”

and resist. It was a domestic battle that, punctual as clockwork, took place every Friday afternoon; a battle that Arlyne Weiss fought bravely and that Billie Weiss always won. The Mob Girl 26 At dusk, mother and daughters would walk through the great wrought gates of Knickerbocker Village, a twelve-story apartment block that stood near the East River, just north of the Brooklyn Bridge. Knickerbocker was a model building erected ten years earlier in what had been New York's most terrible slum, known as the "Lung Block" because many of its three thousand tenants, who lived in crowded quarters, suffered from tuberculosis. The demolition of those pigsties had been part of an ongoing effort to

He stopped in front of her and she took a step or two backward out of fear. “Don’t bloo*y make lazy assumptions for that son of a b*tch!” he yelled at her angrily. Tears pricked at Brooklyn’s eyes at his insinuations. “Don’t abuse my mom. She struggled all her life with her illness to bring us up. I’ll work for you and pay off the money Brandon has taken,” she said as tears fell from her eyes. Nikolas watched the tears in her eyes and something stirred in his cold heart. He softened a little and went to sit at his desk, breathing in deeply to calm himself. It was true that he hated all women because his own mother had dumped him in a roadside dustbin when he was born. She had abandoned him a

She had no idea her mum couldn't be nice. "Hey, hey," Violet said softly and Brooklyn felt her arms wrap around her. "Come on, let's go out back." "I..." Brooklyn was lost for words. "M-mum... what happened to me was the most horrific thing in my life. I will never get over it, and I never ever did anything to deserve it. No one could ever do anything to deserve that, and if you can't understand that then I pity the unsympathetic and cruel person you are." A tear slipped down Brooklyn's cheek and she let Violet pull her away from her parents.