Brianna Buttowski Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

This bitch. "Rita! Hi, I can't talk now. I am working. At lunch maybe?" I try to sound professional. "I know Ethan. Haha, you are so funny. There is a package from A****n from Ryan. I am sending it to the tenth floor and see you at lunch." I hear her irksome giggles before she keeps her side of the phone. And I really feel like a dumb bitch.

I ran a hand down my face and muttered, “I’ll handle it.” “Make sure you do,” he said, tone dropping. “Because she may not say it, but she’s watching. Natalia is watching everything you do. And she doesn’t forget. She is quiet and she is smart. She knows how to be a Luna and she also knows how to be an alpha. But she doesn't know how to handle betrayal.” “You speak as if you've known her your whole life.”

As if on cue, my phone rang and before Lola could pop her head in again, I reached for it. “Hello,” I said to the speaker, waiting for the reply and after a few seconds, the breezy and husky voice of one of my close acquaintances came on. “Hey Caitlyn ! This is Brianna!” I smiled. Brianna Sky represented everything crazy and daring, and although I didn’t think she was a bitch like I could be, she had her spark and was just what I needed. “Brianna.” “Yeah yeah! Are you still up for your request? I seem to have found a perfect spot tonight!” Brianna said, her voice overly loud, it was clear she was in a noisy location.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

Brianna answered softly. A dark smile flickered across Kane's face, then he glanced at Peter and the others. "Where did you find her?" Peter quickly explained, "We just happened to see her. We thought you might like her, so we introduced you." "Brianna is a junior at Eunoia University, majoring in performance. It's her first time here." "Kane, you have to take good care of her." Kane silently scanned Brianna's innocent face, but said nothing.

I was spending too much time watching the woman and her two bodyguards as we all headed to the door and not enough with Nicole. "Don't even think about it, Cáel," Nicole teased. "That's Ms. Brianna O'Shea, she leads our client's team and she's totally off limits." O'Shea pulled a 'Katrina' the moment after Nicole used my name. She spun in place so that she was now facing Nicole and me. "What was your name?" she asked with sugary smoothness I associated with Bolivian tourism officials – the nice ones. You know, the ones that thought using a truck battery attached to the jumper cables and your testicles was too much because a car battery would do.

“He’s just pissed I didn’t run the segment by him.” “Because it’s a terrible idea.” Sarah shoved the phone back. “You’re giving Lila Cruz a primetime slot to grill you. This isn’t advocacy—it’s self-immolation.” “And you’re paid to manage the flames.” Brianna flashed a camera-ready smile as the countdown began. Lila leaned forward, all predatory warmth. “Brianna Wilson—survivor, advocate, and the woman who took down the National Informer. Welcome to Truth Hour.” “Thanks, Lila. Though I’d argue the Informer’s still standing. Just... limping.”

It made me so proud to be his father. Brianna, apparently competitive with everything, has joined warrior training as well. She’s a smart fighter and when she got her wolf a couple weeks after Cathal was released from the hospital, she showed just how fast she is too. I’m pretty sure Luca trains her on the side so that she can keep up with Cathal. Whatever it is, Brianna keeps Cathal on his toes, and it’s good for him.

“Come. Tell me what that little b*tch, Brianna, had been up to all these years. Her mother was a b*tch who sold her body to entertain others. Brianna must also be a b*tch herself. Without Yvonne, could she have become a prostitute?” “Ehh— This didn’t happen. From the information I gathered, she seems quite capable,” Bennett said. “Oh? Pray tell,” Ruby said. “Brianna got married to a man named William Rockefeller in California. She even gave birth to a son. A few decades ago, she established a large enterprise, Rockefeller Group, that only sold cosmetic products. At its peak, the company had a market value of 300 billion! However, around this time last year, an accident happened. Her husband