Nigel Berbrooke Novels & Stories

"Sorry, didn't mean to say that." Holly just smiled and put a white drink in front of him. "It's a new kind," she said as she went back to baking. "And don't get burnt, I didn't add milk." He took a small sip. "It's white chocolate." "Milkybar." she beamed over her shoulder. "Then there's already plenty of milk," he smiled, even though she couldn't see him. "I'll do sausages, roasties, gravy." she smiled sheepishly for some reason. "Uh... veg,"

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

Chester smiled lightly and said, “Haha, Nigel Lambert, are you surprised to see me? We used to be very close buddies in the past, after all.” Nigel’s face changed. He waved his hand and said indifferently, “Hmph, we have nothing to talk about. It’s not convenient for me to meet guests today. Please see yourself out.” After that, Nigel turned to leave.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

He could do anything out of anger, so it was better not to offend him. After a few moments of silence, Daniel Brooke said indifferently, "I messaged a photograph of a person to you. His name is Neil Green. I need his information in detail. Find him out." Henry August was staring at Daniel Brooke with great interest, his mouth slightly opened. He was utterly bewildered. He wondered why his Boss's attention shifted to this so-called Neil Green from the mysterious man. He couldn't hold back his curiosity and ask, "Who is Neil Green? Why do you want to find him out?"

“Only the best for your clients, Nigel. You know that.” Nigel nodded. Beth was, indeed, his client – and that was thanks to Olivia Jameson, now Olivia Foreman. He was Olivia’s former personal assistant from her modeling days, and when her career had ended at the hands of a stalker with a knife, Nigel had started his own wedding planning business. It had been Nigel who had planned Liv’s wedding to the walking-sex-on-a-stick Dallas, and Liv’s wedding gift to Beth was Nigel’s full service.

Nigel's eyes were fixed at the ribs steak on his plate. "We just bought some stuff for our new bro here. He broke. Remember? He's homeless too." "Hey, you hurt my feelings man." Aaron glance at him. "Ah….I forgot.. so, did you become our bro now?" "I'll leave once I am able to pay Hazel's money." "If you talk about Hazel's fees then I could only wish you good luck. You will never able to pay her, man, unless you are rich." Nigel said with a serious tone.

the caller pressed on “ I need evidence that she is not Vanessa before clearing her out ” the caller explained “ okay I will give it a shot ” the person replied “ I need it to be smoothly done , do not raise cause for suspicion ” the caller warned before hanging up . **** *Brooke's Home * Mr Brookes climbed the spiral staircase and turned right heading to his room , he was lost in thought , everything seemed exhausting . He could hear the running tap, he knew Sloan was in the tub crying her eyes out but he cared less

Detective Joha slammed and started to make his way towards the house. "Damn! You jerk…He never listens to what I say…" Captain Depay cursed. "Nice ass chicks sure sounds nice though…" He swallowed. It is only but Detective Joha's overzealousness that would get him killed one day. He however followed him as it would be foolish to turn back now. Detective Joha pressed the doorbell and after a few seconds a man came out. Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob's brows twitched up. It had been a while they had someone press the doorbell ever since his niece dissapeared. His teeth clenched at the thought of it.

Daniel Rhodes was already inside. So was Rachel Bennett. And three other people. I frowned. “Who’s that?” Natalie followed my gaze. “Marcus Foster from Technology Investments. Lauren Milton.” She paused. “And Nigel Springer.” My head snapped toward her. “Nigel Springer?” “The one and only.” Fantastic. Nigel was visiting from Wellington & Price’s London office. He had been with the firm longer than I’d been alive and had a reputation for being brilliant, demanding and painfully aware of both.