Brooke Quotes

“-No todos podemos ser don-nada-me-altera, cariño.

-Tú me alteras”
― Joana Marcus, La última nota

“- ¿Contando el mes de pausa cuando terminó el verano?- pregunto.

-Pretendamos que eso no pasó.

-Entonces ocho meses.

-Ocho meses- murmura, asintiendo con la cabeza- He tenido una relación más duradera contigo que con mi psicólogo.

-Qué romántico eres siempre. Me dejas completamente desarmada.”
― Joana Marcus, La última nota

“Brooke?”
I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?”
“Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.”
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are

“Soren huffed. “I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms.”
“She was looking at you because you’re built like a bull.”
Soren’s laugh was nervous, clipped. “Is that good?”
“It’d be great if she were a cow.”
― Veronica Rossi, Into the Still Blue

“I promise. I promise, you have my heart, and you have me. You will always have me.”
― Katy Evans, Mine

“I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.”
― Katy Evans, Mine

“I used to dream of medals and championships, but now I dream solely of a blue-eyed fighter who one day changed my life, when he put his lips on mine. . . ”
― Katy Evans, Mine

“Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.”
― Katy Evans, Mine

“Brooke stared in surprise. “You brought me lunch?”
“I was in the neighborhood.”
She checked out the label on the bag. “DMK is twenty minutes from here.”
“I was in that neighborhood, and now I’m here,” he said in exasperation. “Seriously, woman, you are impossible to feed.” He strode over and set the bag on her desk. “One cheeseburger with spicy chipotle ketchup and a side of sweet potato fries—chosen specifically for a certain spicy and sweet girl I know—and a green dill pickle for your eyes. So there.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Brooke studied him. “You seem very ornery right now.”
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” he huffed. “Just . . . eat your Brooke Burger. Stop asking so many questions. Sometimes a guy just wants to buy a girl lunch. Any objections to that? Good. Enjoy your Sunday, Ms. Parker.”
He strode out of her office, gone as quickly as he’d appeared.
Brooke stared at the doorway and blinked.”
― Julie James, Love Irresistibly

“People who try to be nice are false. They’re liars. You should never force your behavior to be a certain way. You should just be. Maybe it’s not going to be nice, but at least it’ll be honest.”
― Veronica Rossi, Brooke

“It’s strange how you can know something—know the pointy, sharp truth—but still want to bend and blunt the edges so it fits better in your mind.”
― Veronica Rossi, Brooke

“- Sólo se tú misma.
- Pero cuando soy yo misma no le caigo bien a nadie.
- Pues yo me enamoré de ti.”
― Joana Marcús, La última nota

“We are all hurting and missing people. Everyone is scared, so you can’t talk about your worries because worries are everywhere. When everyone you know is on the verge of drowning, you don’t stop to tell the person next to you that you don’t like swimming.
You just don’t.”
― Veronica Rossi, Brooke

“I close my eyes and he smells like him. His arms are his. Everything is normal, except I’m wearing clothes and he’s in a hospital robe, and we’re not in a hotel room. He is still him, wearing my heart on his sleeve. Everything I want, right here, in my arms.”
― Katy Evans, Mine

“To my surprise, Brooke smiled, and I realized that even though two of the other teams had managed to bug their marks' cell phones, the information Tara and I had received might just prove it self to be even more useful.
Take that Chloe!”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Spirit

“He had destroyed and shattered my love only to conquer it again.”
― J.C. Reed, Conquer Your Love

“She rubs my back and sighs.
"Jesus Abby, I'm so sorry. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're still hung up on him. Big time.”
― Annie Brewer

“For a moment, there was silnece, and then at Brooke's nod, the rest of the Squad, minus me, chimed in. "Yes, sir."
I said nothing. For one thing, I wasn't exactly keen on speaking in unison, and for another, I wasn't about to make any promises I couldn't keep.
"Toby."
I jumped in my seat. The Voice actually knew my name. And somehow, he had the freaky ability to ascertain that of all of us, I was the one who hadn't responded.
"Do you understand?"
I contemplated telling him what I didn't understand was his familial relationshiops, but stayed momentarily silent, causing everyone within a three-foot radius to kick me under the table at once.
"Ow!" I cleared my throat. "I mean, yes." I didn't throw the sir on the end, but apparently, that was good enough for the Voice.
"Excellent. Report in tonight, and we'll have more information for you all tomorrow. And girl?"
"Yes?"
"Congratulations on the homecoming nominations. We're all very proud.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Spirit

“What would be your first thought if you woke up naked, next to me in bed?”
“Huh … it’s kind of warm considering hell has just frozen over”
― R.S. Burnett, Bet Me

“I need to breathe” I manage to get out, his hold on me loosens slightly.
“I need you”
― R.S. Burnett, Bet Me

“A man-beast?” Portia asked, her eyes widening. “Oh, I do like the sound of this.” She put pencil to paper again. Brooke leaned over her shoulder. “Are you taking notes for your novel or adding to your list?” “That depends,” she said coolly, “on what manner of beast we’re discussing.” She looked to Denny. “Some sort of large, ferocious cat, I hope? All fangs and claws and fur?” “Once again I must disappoint you,” Denny replied. “No fangs, no claws. It’s a stag.” “Oh, prongs! Even better.” More scribbling. “What do they call this . . . this man-beast? Does it have a name?” “Actually,” said Denny, “most people in the region avoid speaking of the creature at all. It’s bad luck, they say, just to mention it. And a sighting of the beast . . . well, that’s an omen of death.” “Excellent. This is all so inspiring.” Portia’s pencil was down to a nub. “So is this a creature like a centaur, divided at the waist? Four hooves and two hands?” “No, no,” Cecily said. “He’s not half man, half beast in that way. He transforms, you see, at will. Sometimes he’s a man, and other times he’s an animal.” “Ah. Like a werewolf,” Portia said. Brooke laughed heartily. “For God’s sake, would you listen to yourselves? Curses. Omens. Prongs. You would honestly entertain this absurd notion? That Denny’s woods are overrun with a herd of vicious man-deer?” “Not a herd,” Denny said. “I’ve never heard tell of more than one.” “We don’t know that he’s vicious,” Cecily added. “He may be merely misunderstood.” “And we certainly can’t call him a man-deer. That won’t do at all.” Portia chewed her pencil thoughtfully. “A werestag. Isn’t that a marvelous title? The Curse of the Werestag.” Brooke turned to Luke. “Rescue me from this madness, Merritt. Tell me you retain some hold on your faculties of reason. What say you to the man-deer?” “Werestag,” Portia corrected. Luke circled the rim of his glass with one thumb. “A cursed, half-human creature, damned to an eternity of solitude in Denny’s back garden?” He shot Cecily a strange, fleeting glance. “I find the idea quite plausible.”
― Tessa Dare, How to Catch a Wild Viscount

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― Fenina Pontho