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,"

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.

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.

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. "

Daniel Brooke chuckled, "You are smart. I like to work with smart people. Though our deal is over, I still want to show my gratitude towards you. After all, I have achieved so much fame and success because of you." Neil Green narrowed his eyes and stared at him dubiously. He couldn't understand why he wanted to help him. During these days, he was living in constant fear. He changed his location and identity dozens of times. He was tired of living like this, running from one place to another. Daniel Brooke's offer was indeed alluring, but he couldn't trust him at all. He definitely had some ulterior motives, otherwise, why a man like Daniel Brooke was interested in helping him. But as of now,

“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.

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.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.