Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

Brit spat in disgust. "Brittany Wilson," Beatrice replied with just as much venom laced in her words. "And Alexis Campbell, I really thought you died," she said crossing her arms and turning her sneering eyes to me. "Just because I was ill and missed school yesterday, doesn't mean I passed away. The fact that you care, though, is encouraging. I added, completing it with a smile that was obviously false.

When he saw her, his eyes blazed with a mixture of amazement and confusion. ‘Either I’m in Hell or we have both embarked on a most fortuitous day, Miss Beecham.’ ‘Just get out of the casket,’ Beatrice said coldly as bigger waves coursed though the chamber. ‘From here you’re on your own.’ Pontefract nodded his understanding and climbed from his metal prison.

But there’s something unreadable behind his eyes. “I don’t know,” I murmur. “You’re, full of surprises lately.” Brittany bounds up beside me and offers him her hand. “I’m Brittany. We’re in the flat directly below yours.” He takes her hand with that same calm expression. “Khylon.” “Nice to meet you. I was just telling El here how lucky we are. You know, the last guy smoked like a chimney and kept throwing these crazy parties.” “I promise not to do either,” he says with a wry smile, though his eyes flick to me.

Brittany muttered, as her breathe became faster. "This is for Derrick's good, he'll appreciate, once his well." He slide a finger into her pussy, her pussy dripped wet as he went in and out, sending pleasure across her body. She let out a moan, kissing him deeper as she sought to unbuckle his belt. He knew that, this was the most effective way of him getting her to doing his bidding, but he wasn't so certain if it'll still work especially after a year and half. He knew Brittany to be a decent lady, and had doubt she was seeing someone else, especially since the spy he hired to follow her around, reported the negative.

she whispered to herself as she opened her eyes slowly and exhaled. She dragged her drenched self to Lora’s bar, she was setting up when she saw her friend approaching the bar soaking wet. She ran out to meet her. “Bre! Are you okay? Come let me get you some towels” Brittany shook her head “Don’t bother I feel better now, I came to say goodbye for now” “Goodbye? Why? Where are you going?” Lora asked looking worried. “I don’t know but can you get me someone to rent my place for two months? Send me the deposit when you get someone”

That was until Alicia's finger snapped out of her reverie. Brittany let out a brief squeal before patting herself on both cheeks. "Oh my God, am I dreaming? Who is this girl in front of me?! Woohoo! Amazing! You look, you... Oh, my gosh, I almost stopped breathing," she said quickly. The excitement in the room was caused by Alicia's physical transformation. The Brooklyn-born girl had dyed her hair jet black and straightened it--with Brittany's straightening iron--so her face looked very defined now. Plus, she wears short bangs now.

"My name is Brittany, I am 18 as of yesterday morning and would you like to see me dance?" I smiled at her. "Ned, play whatever the lady wants to dance to." I then nodded to the stage. "Lets see what you've got!" I then took a front row seat as she got onto the stage. As the music starts to play, I get this weird feeling. I don't know exactly what is happening, but the next moment I am met by blackness. Overwhelming fear grips me. I look around but all I see is darkness. I then heard the most chilling voice that I have ever heard. "LESTER! I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! HOW DARE YOU TREAT WOMEN THAT WAY!" "Who are you?" I am surprised at how calm my voice is.

tanya Zayn took half a loaf smeared tasteless butter and swallowed it greedily. "That's where I feel weird, Zayn. How can I be bisexual? I don't like that and that woman is my own enemy that I have to conquer," grumbled Brittany shyly in response to her omega soul instead of feeling happy every time this strange request came in during the free time Brittany had. Zayn looked up curiously as he captured Nadhea's heart.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

Hazel and I both hear the front doors slam open from where we’re sitting and look up in alarm. What now? This isn’t exactly Grand Central Station. Visitors outside of showcase events are typically few and far between. But ever since things with Pasha and Conrad heated up, it’s almost like we should just install a revolving door. “You.” Shit. I know that voice. I’ve been wincing at that rasping, pathetic babydoll voice since boarding school. “Hi, Brittany.” I hold my smoothie close like a shield as I turn to face her. She is a woman on a mission. A violent mission, if I had to guess. Her finger jabs in the air at me and if looks could kill, I’d be long dead. “I hope you’re fucking happy,” she