Motherless Brooklyn Novels & Stories

But no matter how hard I tried, there was no answer. That was when I understood. After seeing that I finally had a brother who truly cared about me and someone who could stay by my side, she had now let go. … Three days after Mom disappeared from my mind, Dad took Clyde and me to visit her grave. After we placed the flowers, Dad said softly, "You two go on ahead. I want to talk to her alone for a bit." Clyde and I exchanged a glance and quietly stepped aside.

How could they kill someone like her who had done nothing wrong to them? Now, one of my closest friends, my only sibling, has died. She is, indeed, my sister, but she is only my half-sister. I kept Levine a secret from my Mom because I didn't want my parents' relationship to deteriorate. Mom does not want to relive the agony she felt when Dad betrayed her. So I secretly helped Levine since she came in as a helper to me, but I never considered her as a maid. I was sorry I didn't tell her about me, being her sister. Now, those men slaughtered her mercilessly, and it was all because of me.

Yowley ordered her men to seize him. "Although he's nothing but a toy to entertain me, I detest disloyal and filthy toys." The bidding conference proceeded smoothly, and my project went on to be a huge success. I kept going higher, and my quality of life improved exponentially. Meanwhile, Lipton Corporation struggled desperately. They were on the edge of shutting down. The night before Lipton Corporation announced bankruptcy, Yelena couldn't accept that outcome and lost her mind. She ended up being admitted to a mental hospital.

She hated the fact that she had a connection with her. No matter how much she tried to realize that she had broken off tied with that woman, it wasnot just possible. She hated to admit that the woman was her biological mother whom she had disowned a very long time ago. At that moment, what her colleagues said rang in her ears. " Don't you know? That boy is his half younger brother whom he hate with passion!" " That's his half-brother. They don't get along well." " Why should they? Mr Banksbroken off relations with his family for a long time.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

A new lease deposit on a nicer place in Stockbridge, first and last down. And the timing. I laid it against my own timeline and my stomach turned over. The first deposit had cleared four days before Tasha Brooks called her estranged daughter for the first time in years. Four days before Mama? on the penthouse phone. Four days before the diner where Zariah had come home gray and cracked open and refused for two days to say what her mother had told her, and then finally, in the cold kitchen, had said it to Malik like she was reading a charge sheet: My mother says you killed my father.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This chapter contains themes of attempted murder, violence, death, psychological distress, trauma responses, and graphic descriptions of a fatal fall. Reader discretion is advised. Please take care while reading. Katia stood on the gravel-strewn rooftop of the I* Technologies building in Brooklyn, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her grey wool coat. The wind at twenty stories up was direct and biting, carrying the sharp scent of exhaust and cold river air from the East River. Below, the streets were a loud, continuous grind of yellow cabs, delivery trucks, and the distant thud of construction, while across the water, the Manhattan skyline rose like a giant, gli

I took the call with my tone sounding at least several tones lighter than usual. “You need to get back to New York. Now.” Unlike mine, Grayson's voice couldn't be more tense and nervous. “What happened?” I braced myself for the upcoming blow. “It's about Brooklyn Heights,” he started and sucked in a shaky breath. “Three floors were completely destroyed. Ten people are dead.”

[ BROOKLYN ] Mr. Armani lets out a harsh scoff as he stares at the cheque again. Irritation and disbelief twist his face. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to deceive and defraud me just like your father?” He glares at me. Mom leans closer and whispers, her voice shaking with shock. “Brooklyn, where did you get this kind of money from?” “I’ll explain everything when we get home.” I whisper back. Even though disbelief still fills her eyes, she pulls back and stays quiet.

Riley looks nervous about this introduction. "And you are?" Nova asks. "Brooklyn but you can call me Brooke," I tell them. "Oh, Okay Brooke I just wanted to tell you that Mason is mine we are together and we love each other," she informs me. I want to laugh because a guy like Mason does not have girlfriends and I should know. "Okay," I tell her. I notice Mason and his gang come into the cafeteria which makes everyone stop eating and look at them. If you dropped a penny everyone would hear it.