Brie Larson Novels & Stories

She's hella smart, too, going for a double major in business and psychology. For some reason, my sister tends to get people's attention a lot, even when she's not trying. I love my sis. I wish she were here. She has done a bit of modeling for our step-sister Sarah, who owns her own fashion line. She got Brianna doing small photo shoots for her blog since we were in sophomore year in high school to attract younger shoppers, and damn, it worked like a charm. Brie used to love dancing ballet. She tried out and got the leading role for a ballet show for Christmas years ago in L.A. when she left for high school during our sophomore year. That same year, she started modeling for Sarah and doing he

Jensen’s POV “Please Jensen, don’t leave me. I want you to touch me. I need you.” Lynn’s eyes were staring up at me and her body was fully ready for me. She was lying there in only her bra and a pair of jeans. I couldn’t control my urge to make her mine anymore. I came back to her on the bed, making a low growl as I started to kiss her neck. My hand reached over and started to massage her breast through her bra. She let out a slight moan and it drove me wild. I moved my lips down her neck and to her chest as I undid her bra. I grabbed the strap of her bra with my teeth and slid it down her arm exposing her breast to me. I softly began to kiss her exposed breast and pull and massage her other

one of them asks. "The fight?" Jim says. "This place is some kind of hellhole," one of them says. Jim nods. "I know, I know." They eye me suspiciously. "Who's that?" one of them asks. "This is Bria. My mom's new assistant." "Hi," I say, smiling. They look at Jim curiously. "She's hot," one of them says. The others guffaw. Jim grimaces. "Guys. Come on." "Emily is going to flip out when she finds out about this."

Brie thought slowly and said, "Was there anything impressive? A few days ago, I went to Mr. Lambert's office and drank a few glasses of wine. I was so drunk that I fell asleep for over an hour." 'Mr. Lambert?' Hearing this, Yvonne immediately asked, "Which Mr. Lambert?" Brie replied, "He's the eldest young master of the Lambert family—Hackett Lambert. He recently set up an entertainment company, and I passed the audition." Yvonne nodded and continued to ask, "What did you mean by sleeping?" Brie's delicate and weak face looked a little conflicted. She replied in a low voice, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can drink a lot, but I only drank two glasses that day and became very drunk."

Lake cut in again, louder this time, then turned a corner and disappeared before Leo could ask more. Leo stood there, arms crossed, muttering to himself. “Yeah… sure. That’s not suspicious at all.” * * * * Liam slammed the front door behind him, the sound slicing through the silence of the house like a blade. Brie was already waiting for him in the living room, perched on the edge of the couch like she belonged there—like she had nothing to answer for, looking extremely calm and that annoyed Liam. She was an actress. “You’re back early,” she said, too casually, too smooth.

She pulled the seat in front of the table and sat down opposite Lily. "Do you come here often? I have never seen you here before?" the woman asked. "Do you happen to know every single person who visits this shop?" Lilly asked nonchalantly. The woman removed the scarf revealing a very beautiful face. Long lashes, and dark brown curly hair which was tied up in a bun. She smiled at Lily's response. "I am Brenda. I am well known here. who are you?" Brenda said. Lily stared at her for 20 seconds before responding, "I am Lily, Lily Shawn."

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

frances uttered "I was just trying to recall Malia's face, I think I have seen her somewhere" Caddox voice reached out to us and Larson straightened up "That's not a new thing I'll help you recall, probably in a business magazine. You know she's the famous Malia Ray Smith, the billionaire sucessor" Larson's voice cut in "Yeah now I recall, isn't she the woman who accused her ex husband of cheating just to be with her new lover and I'm guessing it's you Larson, I also heared she tried to kill him but his body hasn't been found yet"

Maeve Brie is… radiant. She glows in her simple white dress of lace and satin, her hair falling loose over her back and shoulders as Logan slowly, tenderly, lowers the hood of her dark blue cloak. The temple is quiet and dim, moonlight flooding the altar. Logan knits his fingers in Brie’s and brings her knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. They’re bathed in silver, the windows behind them dancing in starlight. It’s beautiful, really. It’s what I envisioned for her, one day, what I thought would be… years from now.

Her voice trailed off when she noticed the way Brie was looking at her. “Wait, you’re his PA, right?” Kara nodded. She had told her this when they were playing chess. “How can you not know this about him?” Brie asked, genuinely surprised. Then her lips pressed together as though she had said too much. Every other PA he had was a man. Kara was the first woman. He must have been keeping certain sides of himself hidden from her. She lowered her gaze, “I think we should continue cooking,” she turned back to the stove abruptly, pouring water into a pot for the dried beans.