Novel & Cerita Britney Anderson

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.

Not this time. Not when it involved Britney.

Same with weed- we’ll get high, but a few hits only lasts for twenty minutes or so, for a longer high you’d have to smoke more initially or keep smoking to maintain it. “Can I turn on some tunes?” Serena asks, though she’s already leaning forward to press the button on the radio. “Sure,” I reply, right as she turns it on and ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie starts playing through the sound system. She shimmies her shoulders, dancing a little bit in the passenger seat, and despite how irritated I am about catching her smoking a J with Chase, I can’t help but smile as I watch her. “I, I will be king,” she sings along with Bowie, swishing her hair back and forth. She turns to me, pointing dramatically.

She scowls at her. “Who knows? They might catch her latest STD with one touch, if that’s even possible.” She continues, leaning against the wall and keeping a good distance from the girls. Now, Ariana would like to say she’s normally a pleasant person, but something about Britney makes her toes curl in disgust. Quincy freezes the same time Britney’s lips curl downwards. She must’ve gotten a lip fillers along with her boob job during the years. “Well if it isn’t Ariana Gillies, the city’s charity case.” Britney sneers. “Who would’ve thought they’d see the day you act superior to me just because you’re marrying Williams.”

Damn, that anatomy though! People take his pictures and upload them on their Snapchat and I*******m stories. I see Rita trying to put the doggie filter on him. Her friends peek at her phone and do Awwwww! "Good morning people of Damison Group." His authoritative voice roars in the hall. A high, intense shudder runs down my spine, making me sink more in my seat. His hoarse voice causes goosebumps to flare up on my arms. He seems really powerful, I can't act manly around him. I am probably wet.

Britney was incensed. She couldn’t believe that she had been put into a dead end. “Mimi Norton, you b*tch!” she screamed. Her reddened eyes made her look like a maddened wild animal. “Why? You should be the one suffering from a horrible reputation! Not me!” She gasped and panted. The expression on her face was terrifying and wretched. “No… I’m not going down like this. I’m not letting you win!” Britney snarled. “I will get over this bump in the road. I’m Britney Conway, an A-list female celebrity! How could I possibly lose to a has-been C-lister?”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

He’d always been meant to be with Bree. They walked out of the courtroom, already seeing the mass of reporters on the other side of the glass door. Bree sucked in a deep breath and held it. She should have been used to cameras flashing by now. In the nearly two years since Monica’s arrest and the end of the trial, she’d been busy touring, playing huge venues, even nationally syndicated talk shows and late night entertainment shows. She’d had three number one songs, and her latest album had gone platinum. Her Nashville country dreams had all come true.

Britney said earnestly. "Do not talk like that. What you did was more than enough.” Right after Darla said that, Britney's cell phone rang. She gets a notification that a client has booked a girl. And that girl is Darla Anderson. --

Britney began sobbing loudly while huddling up in her father’s embrace. “My baby girl is the best, the most beautiful creature there is, just like her mother. If Adams can’t see that then he’s a blind fool.” “No! I’m nothing compared to Erika Stevens. He chose her over me…. I’m ugly! I hate myself!” She continued to perform her world-class act in the face of her easily manipulated old man.