Brittany Alvin Y Las Ardillas Novels & Stories

“We’ll have a real girl’s night.” “Ohhh,” Bridgette hums, her eyes shining. “That would be amazing. They can –“ “Hey!” Alvin interrupts, looking angrily between us. “We cannot have a girl’s night. I am not a girl.” “You can be an honorary girl! For one night!” I say cheerfully, moving swiftly to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “My little daughter, Alvina!” “No!” He protests as Bridgette laughs. “I will not be a girl I will be…” he closes his eyes and I watch him, dying to know his plan. He pauses a moment, thinking, and then his eyes snap open.

"Say bye, Adonis" Jade says as she holds Adonis in her arms. Who had tear streaks on his face from crying, the moment he saw Adryan getting into the car along with Brian and the few of the warriors of the pack to leave towards the Werewolf committee, he had started bawling his eyes out. Making grabby hands towards Adryan, wanting to be picked up, but when he realised that he wasn't going to be picked up, hell broke loose.

Priya chuckled, smacking his chest lightly. “don’t you have a kingdom to run?” Brittany sassed. “not in another light years,” Alaric quipped back. Brittany and I smiled at each other as we listened to Priya and Alaric bicker. “is that how we sound, when Priya and I are at it?” Brittany asked in a low tone, with a look of horror plastered on her face. “Yes,” I nodded, wide a wide grin on my face. “Oh goddess,” Brittany whispered, placing her hand on her chest.

Viona often did mistake and caused Alaric to brust into laughter. But above all, he was very patience with her and taught each movement carefully. When they didn't notice on other sides, a woman walked through the door. Her tank top showed her deeply curves as she shot venomous girl on their way. The girl was named Brittany. She had a major crush on Alaric since the day he had arrived in this university. Naturally she was jealous upon watching them playing together. Her male friends didn't miss the chance of pulling her legs. One of them spoke with sarcasm pointing at the duo playing,

“I can take you back and remind you just who you fucking are, and I am going to make sure that this time, you never forget.” Alina turned back to him. “You don’t get to say that to me anymore.” “What?” “You don’t get to decide who I am.” Her voice trembled but she kept going. “Nor do you get to tell me where I belong.” Ivan’s face hardened. “You still don’t understand.” “No.” Her eyes narrowed. “I understand perfectly. And I am going to be the one to make everyone who underestimated me pay for it.” He took a step toward her. I moved with him. “So does he.” She glanced at me. “My mate understands that I get to choose.”

"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?"

Brittany argued, trying to dissuade her best friend from getting back into criminal matters that might be dangerous for her. But Alicia was adamant and determined. "Just keep this a secret from Ace and I'll find the culprit as soon as I can." She grasped Brittany's hand afterwards. "Trust me, Britt." Feeling unable to do much more, the blonde haired girl could only nod in agreement and return Alicia's grateful hug. "Thank you for helping me this far, Brittany." *** Avril Lavigne's melodious voice accompanied Alicia's drizzly night. She looked at the large window in her room that had been covered with dew since earlier. She could clearly see that the sky was dark and looked as sad as she was.

“Brittany has a boyfriend, but she still flirts with any other guy when she wants.” “How does her man, take that? You do that to me and it’s over.” “I know right!” he exclaimed and we laughed. “Apparently he’s undisturbed by it.” “Witchcraft.” “HAHAHA!” Derrick burst out and his laugh was so contagious, I joined him. “And Ally?”

I laugh because Breanne literally swats Ariana with a throw pillow, and once our laughter dies down Ariana concludes her report, “Woah. Alvin said Woah, And not just any kind of woah, it’s that husky type. Can you believe it?”

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.