Brie Larson Novels & Stories

"You want to know who I am?" "Yes," Brie replied as she took a fighting stance, the same she had taught Harold in the past. "I am the one who the Moon Goddess can't conquer," she started, "the one who has sent many, many wolves to their graves early." She paused so that her words could sink in, "Yes, that's me. I am the one who is about to feast on..." she looked behind Brie at the others, "...the six of you." As she ended her sentence, she picked up speed and began to run towards Brie who in return, became a wolf.

Alyssa said to herself cleaning up after their breakfast. “ Finally, I was scared you were ghosting us,” Padma heaved as Brie walked in. “ I’m sorry, so sorry. I had to do some last minute touch ups,” Brie apologized. Padma hadn’t noticed her hair first when she walked in. But as soon as she did she loved it. The 5’8ft fair skinned, green-eyed beautiful woman had dyed hair dirty blonde hair into silver and lavender. It wasn’t that some part of her hair was silver and the other lavender, No.

He couldn’t listen to another one. Sorry, he thought. The girl laughed softly. “Sure. You’re not the chatty type, are you?” “I am.” “Sure, you are.” She chuckled. “I’m Brie, and you’re lucky you’re cute.” Will gave her a quick once-over and thought Brie must still be in college. With her laid-back fashion sense—a yellow button-down shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts—she looked like someone who wouldn’t hesitate to help a stranger. “Is it her first day today? Does she want pads or tampons?”

Brie was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She was looking at herself critically. She was a homebody and an introvert but she was game for any adventure, especially when she was with her half-sister, Ivana. She was shy to talk about sex but ready to do an experiment. "Oh, but that's my secret!" She winked at herself in the mirror. Her hands lifted her breasts. They were a bit large. Her nipples were pink and very sensitive. Her hips were slightly rounded. Her face was heart-shaped. She was light-skinned, unlike her sister. Ivana was always lightly tanned.

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?”

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

“You look shocked. I get it. But Dress Right isn’t like other companies. Liam is a visionary. Truly inspiring. A real leader.” Liam? A visionary? Inspiring? Those aren’t words I ever thought I’d hear to describe Liam… “You’ll get used to it,” he said. Then he opened the door and said, “Here we are!” It was a dressing room. A person approached me. She had pink hair, a nose ring, and a vintage t-shirt with plaid pants. “Is this Liam’s important person?” she asked Jules. Important? Liam said that? About me. “You bet,” Jules replied. “Trista, this is Brenna. She’s our best stylist artist. And today, she’s all yours.”

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’