Peralta Brooklyn 99 Novels & Stories

“The apartment on Elm Street. Just past the park.” Louis kept his attention on the road, letting the space in the back seat remain private. Cassandra exhaled lightly after a moment, then offered a soft, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Dimitri replied, his tone controlled, steady, and unflinching. A few minutes passed in silence. Finally, Cassandra ventured, carefully choosing her words. “And… congratulations on your awards tonight.” Dimitri’s dark eyes flicked toward her. “Thank you. Sterling Heights did well too,” he said, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Yvette said with a wry smile, “It’s my fault. Since Connor appeared, I couldn’t help being drawn to him. “He reminded me of Yoel when he was younger… so cheerful and full of life. “But I shouldn’t have confused the two of them. “Over the past two years, I used up all ninety-nine chances Yoel gave me. “I never wanted to leave him, but now, he doesn’t want me anymore.” Her voice was choked with emotion. After a long pause, her friend said, “I know. I understand.” When the call ended, a text appeared on her phone. [The fax was sent from here. You should be able to find some information if you ask.] … After ten hours of travel, I finally arrived in Prance. The moment I landed, Ethan and his coll

The only title I would ever hold in the pack house was that of housekeeper. I arrived at work that day and Boris, the butler, immediately told me I was to report to Luna Turner in her office. I checked my watch to make sure that I hadn't been late. I was right on time. I got a sick feeling in my stomach wondering what I may have done to warrant a meeting with Luna Turner. She had always been nice to me because of her past with my parents, but she was the type of woman who expected perfection. I was terrified I had done something to let her down. I needed this job if I was going to be able to move away from uncle Laurence. I made my way up the grand staircase of the pack house, the nerves ma

My heart is still drumming in my ears. This man right here owns a part of me. The dark, freaky, dirty part of me. I've fucked on the subway, in front of my holy-than-though mum, blower a big black cock, took the sacred cross with a fat black dildo lodged between my thighs… All for him. “Isla Campbell,” he moans my name in his automated voice. ‘FUCKING RUN, ISLA!’ My mind continues the series of orders to protect me. Still, I can't move.

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

"Ms. Harper, that secretary who always steals our work got kicked out today. Serves her right!" In his office, Frederick kept dialing my number repeatedly, but could never get through.

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

“If the staff hadn’t mentioned you missed a meeting, I wouldn’t have even realized you were locked in the walk-in freezer.” Zoey took a long time to process everything. When she finally spoke, her face was blank. “Do you know who did it?” Adrian hesitated, then gave a small nod. Without another word, Zoey picked up her phone and started dialing 911. Adrian panicked. He rushed over and hit the end call button, then pulled her into his arms.