Brianna Harness Age Novels & Stories

Quickly, she whirled and kicked him in the head and knocked him to the ground, then jumped on top of him, prompting him to tap out. "Wow!" "Amazing, isn't she?" Sebastian asked behind me, clearly amazed by her too. "She is." It was all I could say. I was still fawning over the raven-haired girl, barely tall enough to be an adult. "Who is she?" "Her name is Bryanna Sullivan. She's only nineteen and an orphan." Sebastian answered, sounding like a proud father. "What happened to her parents?" I asked, watching Bryanna initiate another round of sparring with a new opponent, one equally as hefty as the first one. During my time observing her, I noted she never applied the same technique twice.

The girl was adorable. “That is His Majesty’s guest,” William said sternly. “You are not to disturb or offend her.” Bria made a small “oh” sound, then quickly slipped away from his grip and ran back to Myra. “Hi! I’m Bria,” she said brightly. “I’m seventeen, still in school, and I cannot wait to graduate and find my mate. And that old man over there is my papa—very annoying,” she whispered, even though he could clearly hear her.

Anderson draped his arm over her shoulders before she could pull away, keeping her there. They both settled in silence, flustered. The only sound was that of the wood cracking and popping. “About Annabelle.” Anderson broke the silence, and Briana braced herself for what she was about to say next. “I met her when she was six years old.” Flashback; Five years ago. Anderson sighed as he adjusted his tie for the hundredth time, looking over his reflection. The NGO was celebrating its first anniversary.

Briana had shot me when I did not let her go. She thinks I'm dead but little does she know that I'm still alive and will come back, destroying everything she has built up with the money she had received after selling Isabella. I will turn twenty-eight in exactly nine months from today. Briana might not recognise me when I come in front of her but I still take precautions when I go to her house as a maid every day in the evening.

We both went to different clubs every night while I kept my son with a babysitter. Things went splendid for me that I even forgot there was a man who was after me for running away with his heir. “How's my hair Kisha?" I asked the brown-skinned girl beside me who equally placed some make-up on her face. “Tuck it a little to the side," she said and I did as she suggested. “Perfect" The door to the changing room opened and Brianna walked in, breathless and sweat dripping from her glowing skin. She was dressed in her stripper clothes and exhausted after a performance.

"Yes, master!" I then headed to the hottie from earlier. "What's your name? How old are you? Can you pole dance?" I fired away my questions, not wasting any time. She slowly smiles and licks her lips, seductively. "My name is Brittany, I am 18 as of yesterday morning and would you like to see me dance?"

Oh Goddess… Please bless me and my unborn chi— “Excuse me, are you… Brianna Jones from Reverie Entertainment? The main dancer of swan group that went missing months ago?”

"Princess Brianna, when is your seventeenth birthday?" Helena asked me. I counted briefly, if now is the month of July, it means five months to December. “In five months. On the fourth of December, I will be seventeen years old. " I'm waiting for an answer from Helena. What other reality will surprise me this time? “Dad, five months isn't a long time. Will she be ready? " Said Helena to Luby. Ah, so she is the daughter of that big man.

Madam Lucy concluded as she stripped off her hand gloves, while the two women sighed. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Annah. I am Savannah, the older sister, and she is Brianna, my younger sister. I am 26, and she is 22," Savannah came to meet me and offered me a handshake, but her sister didn't as she glanced away to my baby on the bed. "It's a pleasure to meet you too," I told Savannah with relief as I accepted her hand for a handshake. "You're welcome," she replied.

"And he got even worse a few weeks ago when Brianna introduced us to her boyfriend." "What do you mean, boyfriend?! Brianna is still a child!" My bonbon grumbled, staring intently at his sister, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Although she physically resembles her father, I could tell that her character is just like her mother's. "I'm not a child; for your information, I'm almost twenty-one years old." She replied angrily. "To me, you're still a child, Brianna. Who's this idiot you're dating?"