Novel & Cerita Motherless Brooklyn

Brooklyn's older sister, Meredith, the one that had just gotten married, had lived in the apartment Brooklyn currently lived in now. They'd been roommates before. And I suspected that was largely because Mason, Cole, and Camden, their older brothers, didn't like the idea of the girls living alone. I had a feeling if the girls weren't living together, they'd probably be stuck living at home. Meredith had married their best friend, Owen. I frowned. "I don't know, Brooklyn. I don't want anyone thinking I'm taking any handouts." Brooklyn shook her head. "Oh, come on Mia. You're my best friend. Anyway, just do it for a few years, and then you can save up enough money to work somewhere else if you

“Point them out.” “No,” I laughed, wiping my face. “Look.” I pointed to the red dot. “She sold it. To Evelyn Vance.” Alexander looked at the dot. He looked at the sculpture. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face. “Well,” he said softly. “Looks like the investment is paying off.” We walked out into the cool Brooklyn night. The city felt different tonight. For so long, New York had been a battlefield. It had been the place where I lost my mother, where I was sold by my father, where I fought to survive.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “Three Bentleys, one panic attack. Honestly? That’s impressive. Even for your mother.” His mother’s no better. She called our apartment “quaint” the first time she visited, like it was a peasant hut. We live in one of the best apartments in Manhattan. She once told me over brunch that Gabriel was “in a phase” of slumming it—“You know how boys get. They want to prove they’re regular until they remember they were born for better.”

My breath hitched for a second, but I didn’t dare look at her or I might blurt everything that had been going on. From Tyler saying taking the slightest chance to say something about me to Brooklyn turning into someone I didn’t understand anymore. To Lakeview High, feeling like a battlefield every single day. So instead, I swallowed.“Not really,” I said quietly. “Just a few whispers now and then. But I’m getting used to it.” The lie tasted bitter in my mouth. I could never get used to it. Before Mom could respond, Brooklyn pushed her chair back. “Done,” she announced, standing up, her phone pressed in her hand as she kissed Mom on her cheek.

I was the only one who did nothing, standing there like an idiot with no purpose. Because what could I do? I couldn’t do anything. Then the stench of rotting flesh hit my nose, making my stomach lurch. The ground trembled as heavy thuds grew louder. I stepped back as the broodmother emerged from the dark nest. She was massive. Her legs were covered in coarse, intimidating hair, and her body looked impossibly hard. Multiple eyes glowed yellow-green in the darkness. From her mouth, the broodmother sprayed a white liquid at terrifying speed.

Being the eleventh year since my parents died, today we pay respects to them as a final farewell before the new boss is initiated tomorrow. "Hurry up, Miliani. We are going to be late!" my older brother, Dwayne calls from outside. I scowled, "Wait for me in the freaking car then, or I'll just take mine!" I hear him huff and I mutter curses under my breath. That man infuriates me so. I put a final touch on my makeup and exit the bathroom with a powerful stance. Compared to most men and even women in the Hwang House of gangsters, I am by far the tiniest but no one dares mess with me. They know that what I lack in size, I make up for it in authority and ruthlessness.

Micheal bowed his head without looking at the back. Carissa saw his face in the front mirror. She wore a welcoming smile and responded. “Good day.” Micheal started the car and drove out of Lexx's company. *********** After a two hours, thirty-three minutes' drive, the car drove into Tribeca, the wealthiest neighbor in New York city. And after twenty minutes of driving within Tribeca's neighbor, the car entered a compound and parked at the apartment entrance. Carissa quickly opened the door before Rathnait could get down to open it for her.

With that, I kept the needle pressed against my neck while limping out of the hospital. When I walked past an abandoned building, a pair of hands emerged from the darkness and pulled me inside. Soon, I felt the cold touch of a knife against my neck. It was Paige Bracker. The woman my father had beaten into miscarriage. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was disheveled. After she took me to the rooftop, she ordered sharply, “Call Cassandra and tell her to bring me ten million dollars, or else I’ll throw you off the edge!”

Chapter 64 Brooklyn does understand the confused Look in her Mother's face. She Knew that her mother wasn't going to believe her story. She had probably thought that she went out to sleep with a man to get this money which is totally absurd. How could she think of doing such a thing? She isn't someone like that and she can never be so her mother should just relax and stop worrying about her. Brooklyn understood the look of Zelda but her mother was kinda terrifying. She didn't believe her.