Yohohoho Brook Novels & Stories

He took them to a nice secluded spot near the lake that ran across the edge of town and stopped. There was no one else around this time of the morning, just them and the birds. It was still early enough that the sun wasn't at its full force as yet, but it was going to be a good one. Her legs were like jelly, and butterflies had taken flight in her tummy. And it wasn't all to do with the ride either.

Fynn clearly hadn't heard it, but I wasn't going to trust his hearing or his senses anymore, especially since he didn't have any answers for me about anything. Working my way to the edge of the clearing so that he didn't notice my movements, I looked through the trees, trying to see if there was a creek nearby. Fynn seemed weird about water, so I didn't want to alert him if there was. It was a miracle. Just a few yards away, at the bottom of a hill, there was a babbling brook. It looked to be probably three feet deep at its deepest, and it was probably seven to eight feet wide. I couldn't believe my luck. I could drink some water that hadn't sat in a hot leather skin all day, and I could pro

Unmuting the call, I said, “Hello, sorry for the wait.” “Oh, no biggie. Alice, right?” Her informality took me a little by surprise. I matched her informal tone. “That’s me and you are the future luna of Blue Crescent, correct?” Brook wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, that’s what they call me, but can you please just use my name - Brook. I know you all think of it as some kind of honor, but honestly, it just makes me feel like a trophy girlfriend or something.” And it was wordy, I thought with a grin. Before I could tell her no problem, someone on her end said loudly, “You all? Did you forget you’re one of us again, Brookie? Really, you’re going to hurt my feelings!”

Adam snapped photos along the way, capturing the beauty of their adventure to cherish for years to come. As they reached a clearing in the forest, they stumbled upon a babbling brook, its crystal-clear waters meandering through the moss-covered rocks. Lyana squealed with delight and immediately kicked off her shoes, dipping her toes into the cool water. Ayana and Adam followed suit, relishing the refreshing sensation as they waded in the shallows, their laughter mingling with the gentle babble of the brook.

Andreas' lips curled in a smirk as his brows dipped, "When did you power bomb me? When you were begging or hiding behind the couch?" Eleanor's mouth fell open right before her eyes narrowed as she shook her head, "That's low. Even for you. I'll get you back for this." He chuckled and looked her over. "Want breakfast?" She gasped in pleasant remembrance, jolting into a sitting position. "There are other ways into Lake Creek right? Safer roads?" Andreas nodded.

They energized us with their pleasant waft. I was the first to chance upon the brook. It was a fragile, duck-egg blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painter’s brush. Seeping and snaking smoothly past all obstacles, it managed to hurdle the river’s boulders also. Twigs twirled on its murmuring surface, little messengers from the mountain trees where they had come from. The brook flowed over the pebbled riverbed. It sounded like the airy, velvety whirl of a starling flock.

Every time Alex’s friend’s older brother took his truck out on the paths he would track further and further out, almost like he was mapping it. Of course, if what Seth said was true, about Hetrick wanting to go as far as near Roger Brook, then it would be the farthest Alex had ever gone outside of home on his own, so naturally he was a bit excited. Roger Brook was a small creek about seven miles out from his home that extended down from Oseetah Lake and flowed into the Adirondacks. It was hardly more than trees and rough paths out there, so what exactly were they expecting to find, he wondered.

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

Eric- “What is up?” I asked Brook after she asked me to come to see her in Tate’s office. “I need you to be in Blackwater, Colorado by tomorrow night.” Brook said, getting straight to the point. I tried not to groan. It has been a little over two months and we haven’t been successful with helping anyone. Most that contacted the website had been just a waste of time. Just teens messing around and sending me on a wild hunt.