Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

She said no one should come in not until the meeting is over. The look of disgust was still obvious on Brittany's face. She got so livid that she dragged the ear of the poor old man. “Thank you for that live changing information but my name isn't nobody”. “My name is Brittany Song and nobody tells Brittany what to do”. She yelled, making her voice echo in the atmosphere of the passageway. The old man could not help but scream as he felt so much pain and his ears, face and neck were already so red. “Shut it you fool”.

Emma's point of view "Next" A small petite blonde girl stepped forward with the number five on her pink sports bra.She looked pretty not badass with average boobs,ass,small figure and pretty long legs.She definitely looked like someone who'd get down on both knees for a dick. "What's your name babes." "Brittany." "Thanks.You can start when your ready." I sat there on the captains chair watching Brittany perform her little routine for us.Her breasts bounced as she jumped up and down,her lips crashed together as she sang and her legs split wide open when doing her splits in the air.Damn it.Wide enough for me to bury my ton...

The king was the first to break the silence, his voice harsh and undignified as he let out a squeak of disbelief. He had said she was pretty, but now that the moment had arrived, even he couldn't hide the shock that laced his voice. She was absolutely, impossibly beautiful. The priest however didn't seem to notice or care. As soon as I had lifted the veil and revealed the swollen tear streaked face, he resumed his recitation. “We gather here today.” He intoned. “Under the watchful eyes of the celestial deities, the moon goddess, Luna, and the shadow god, Nyx…” I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body.

Not just anyone, but the one person she's harboured a forbidden crush on. Brittany was a virgin and although she often satisfied her sensual urges with her fingers, she still doesn't find fulfilment, a lingering emptiness leaves her searching for more, a sensing of longing that persists. She's never been on dates. Has no boyfriend or whatsoever. “Look, I'm willing to help you relieve yourself.” Dylan's voice cut through the thick silence, filled with unwavering certainty. “Are - are you sure you want to do this?” She stuttered out the question, her words hesitant, as Dylan nodded in agreement..

I laughed lightly thinking about how it was my fault I was in the situation, really. "Can I guess the rest of the group convinced you to come?" Cade looked at me, a soft smile resting on his lips. It was surprising to think about him and then about Braxton because they really were polar opposites. Braxton had a rough exterior, he was quiet and closed off and you could easily see he wasn't approachable and didn't really like having to talk to new people. Cade on the other hand, he was sweet, very kind and funny, someone you genuinely felt comfortable around and wanted to get to know.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

"There's nothing left to find—I made sure of it, but he was thorough. Professional. This wasn't some casual inquiry." "Thank you for letting me know." After I hung up, I stared at the ceiling tiles and tried to calculate my next move. If Jason was digging this deep, how long before he uncovered the truth? How long before he realized Vanessa Harper and Laila were the same person? The door to my room slammed open before I could gather my thoughts. "You conniving little bitch." Brittany. She stood framed in the doorway like some unhinged angel of vengeance, her silver gown crumpled, mascara streaked down her cheeks, hair once perfect now wild around her face. If her intention was to look terrif

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

I was smiling like an idiot, lost in the memory, fingers brushing the bruise on my neck, when a sharp voice sliced the air. “Well, well. If it isn’t Emma the Eternal Virgin.” Brittany sauntered in, wearing a white sundress, hair in a perfect chignon. She didn’t act reformed like she did in front of her father—her smirk was pure high-school venom. “So with all the books you read, this is how you ended up? Polishing glasses?” My spine straightened. Some of the guilt I felt was beginning to fade. “Morning Brittany. Sleep well?”

Brittany said as she observed how nervous and tensed her friend looked, she knew that because she felt the same way about Aaron Bella glanced at Brittany, sighed, and sat next to her, "Yes, I do. I love him with the whole of my heart, you know; I wanted to divorce him when I found out that he lied to me about his identity but when I was kidnapped, I realized how much I love him and right now, all I can think of is that nothing should happen to him"