Britney Jing Novels & Stories

She regretted not bringing one so she can ask for his signature. "Your bags are my favorite,” Britney shared. "Just how much you earned every month? I heard you're doing a collaboration with Paris Hilton," Jenny asked. Besides of Brett’s looks, this is also one of his way to attract girls, as if he’s the flower in the middle of the buzzing bees. Women loves money. And when they found out the Brett is the owner of the famous and luxurious beauty and fashion brand, their eyes always turned into dollar signs. “It will probably awkward to answer that question,” Brett said, while looking at them women’s partners.

She could hear Britney’s sobs in the background. Daniel must have put their call on speaker mode. Isn’t she really thick-skinned? If it were Celine, she would have definitely dug herself out of that room. But then again, she’s Britney Smith, only she can do what she does and only she can accept this kind of embarrassment.

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.”

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." "You're too young to be lusting after a fully tatted killing machine, Britney," Brandon warned, his protective big brother instincts kicking in. "Don't let me catch you doing that again." Britney rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, please. I'm twenty, young, beautiful, and desirable. I have hormones too. Also, you know I've done stuff not normal for my age. I've—"

Zane clenched his fists angrily. Sierra didn't say a thing again. She just patted his shoulders, beginning to step into the living room where Brittany already dumped all her bags. "Is Bianca still with Briella?" Sierra asked and the two sisters hummed. "Brittany, it's time to go live." Bethany said. Brittany quickly sat in front of the computer and she started streaming live. "Hello everyone, Brittany here. I'm sure you're all disappointed about Brie's concert being canceled.

She comes out five minutes later in spandex and a sports bra that could get her arrested in certain states. “Only doing this for the tea,” she says, slipping her hair into a ponytail. “Sure, Jan.” Before we head out, we take a couple selfies for Harper’s Instagram—arm at a 45-degree angle, chin tilted, smize set to kill. Caption: Morning run🌇💫 “That’s actually scarily accurate,” Britney says. “I’d hate you if I didn’t love you.” “Same.” “Okay,” Britney says after a block, jogging beside me. “Talk. Spill. Unload. Tell Mama Britney everything.”

she arched her brow to Luis. “Ahm, excuse me, Miss, but we don't know what are you talking about,” I replied on her. She offered her hand for us to shake. “I am Britney, cousin of Benjie.” She introduced and shake my hand. “My daddy couldn't make it today because he is busy in station. He sent me instead to pick you but I guess I'm going to pick two person in my car.” She looked at Luis. “This is my friend Luis,” I introduced him to her.

Not this time. Not when it involved Britney.

Caroline: ~~~ “You slave! How dare you!” Britney's angry voice rings from upstairs, breaking the tension in the air. I look over and see her fuming as she storms down the staircase with Valerie behind her in beautiful sportswear, they both looking as stunning as always. For a seventeen-year-old, Britney looks graceful; you can say she has a good coach guiding her. Valerie. I can see the fire burning in Britney’s eyes, and I understand why. She has been in love with Vince since childhood. I know this because she confided in me herself, back when I was a free bird.

I don’t envy the person who bumps into Derek Savage late at night trying to sneak into his room. “You look weird,” Britney tells me, elbowing my ribs. She’s wearing a cherry-red mini dress and her hair is a messy bun of auburn locks. “Like you can’t wait for us to fuck off. Now why’s that?” She slurps her drink with a noisy sound that makes me cringe. I guess I am too distracted with my step-dad to enjoy this. But I just shake my head, a thin smile finding my face. “Sorry. Just…turning twenty one. It’s heavy, dude.”