Brianna Harness Age Novels & Stories

Aadhya’s POV - “Stop whining or I am not going to put bandages on your wound Aria”, I scolded Aria for again cutting herself after sneaking at the arsenal… {God knows how Ryan and Dee will react to the new injury now} ... Bria was silently watching both of us. Aria and Bria are now eight years old. With every year adding into their age, I always hope that this year they will mend their ways and stop troubling others or at least stop hurting themselves but every year they shatter my hopes as soon as I build them.

I was happy like a child in front of the nuns. "As long as your stomach can handle, darling. Now, let's eat," said Sister Nilla. "Right, eat a lot, because we only have you as our guest once. Too bad that one child is not with us." Sister Lourdes pointed out Brianna. "Yuh, where is that one?" Sister Hilda frowned when she asked. "Brianna is busy. She has a project and the boss has sent her to another location... but don't worry because next time, two of us will actually visit Heaven's Orphanage," I said to them.

They were beaming like crazy and it was contagious. After half an hour, Mike Trivino finally arrived at our table, his date following him behind. “Hey. I believe you already met Brianna”, he informed us. H.ell no! Brianna was wearing a pink strapless mini dress that it was so tight, it seemed that it was sewed on her. She is actually pretty, but it is very hard to tell under that heavy makeup and fake eyelashes. “Hello Hank. Hi Matt”, she practically purred, completely ignoring Michelle and me. Which is pretty stupid, considering that, in the past, she asked us to help her get a job for her sister where we work.

"Chris is the handsome fellow I made the new head of security in the castle." "Wait, what!!" She exclaimed in shock and clear disapproval. "What?" I inquired. "How can you think of making a mere guard sister the heir to your throne?" She asked in outright annoyance. "Why are you so bottled up? Brianna is a smart twelve-year-old girl with..." "Twelve, what!!" She yelled in frustration. "Come on, stop being so dramatic," I said. "Brianna is capable." "No, she's not and she'll never be."

But when I said Brianna’s name, the girl froze within my hold, before she asks, “Your Brianna’s mate?” Slowly I loosened my hold on her, as I didn’t think at that moment she was going to run from me, as she stopped putting up a fight. “Yes, and Natasha took her from me last night, and I need to save her.” I told the girl as she slowly turned to look at me and I could tell from now being able to see her face she was probably only the age of a teenager.

The full moon is reflecting off of the calm water, there is wild flowers in full bloom all around the field, I still have the same sense of being watched but I am unable to see anyone around me. I take a seat on the boulder near the lake and just stare out at the water. After a while, I feel someone walking towards me, I turn to see a woman in her early 20s coming towards me. I can sense she is no threat. she stops a few feet from me. " My name is Brianna, and I am a witch, I have seen that you will arrive at my mates' pack months ago. But the timeline you were supposed to show up in passed before you turned up.

He asked. "My name is Brianna Johnson." She smiled while she answered. "Age?" "22." Brie replied again, and Brown looked over to his team, to be sure they were paying attention to her basics. "How long have you been modelling?" Brown Continued his questions after he was sure notes were been taken, as he spoke. "Two years sir." "So you're familiar with the runway ?" "Yes." Brie replied excitedly. "The runway's yours then." Brown said and she knew it was time to use the runway. Walking confidently, Berry helped her up the stairs and she began to catwalk beautifully while Brown watched ardently.

comes the familiar voice of Briana, one of the production assistants. I leap up off the couch and go over to the door. Briana is there with a large paper bag in one hand and a tray of coffees in the other. "Come on in," I tell her with a smile, moving aside so she can enter. Briana steps past me, masterfully juggling the food and drinks without even wobbling on her electric purple heels. Her shoes match the single purple streak across the bangs of her retro platinum bob. She's got a Forties-style cat eye going on today, and her lipstick is a deep berry red. How she manages to look so cute and put-together at this hour is beyond me. She's fresh out of film school, and her enthusiasm is insane

The woman asked when she came back to pack the table "Yes, thank you, Mrs. Wilson." Briella thanked her with a smile on her face. "You girls take care now, my regards to your mother." She replied and waved them off. While they continued their journey home, Bethany looked into Brittany's eyes and smiled. Silently encouraging her to be brave. They had already accepted their fate, Briella being the youngest sister, seemed to be spoiled and always got the best things. Age 16. When the girls were in their senior years, Brittany had a guy she always gushed over, and she did not keep it from her sisters.

I see a shimmer in front of the largest tree in this clearing and a tall, thin woman steps forward, melting away from the rough surface. Her face is youthful, but carries an air of knowing too much. Her chocolate brown hair cascades down her back, almost hitting her knees. I wonder if witches are like werewolves and fae and age slowly. Briana appears to be in her late twenties, but something about her tells me she has far more life experience. “Again, your assumptions are correct.” Elara looks from her to me, confusion in her eyes and I realize Briana has been answering my thoughts. “So you have telepathy too?” I question.