Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

' I told her one last time, my voice filled with authority. Beatrice shifted back into her human form and tapped the ground beside her, her hostile eyes never leaving mine. As soon as I shifted and stood up from crouching on her, Daniella came and wrapped a blanket around me. "Good job, girl!" I heard Carrie cheering from my back, clapping her hands excitedly. Beatrice was still laying down on the ground as I offered a hand to help her up but she just looked at it with a mocking smile before standing up on her own. One of her friends came and covered her with a blanket.

A place with both their smiles lighting up my every day. I got to get control of myself. I’m still dealing with enough shit from Monica. I don’t need to be jumping the gun with some other chick who probably has issues of her own. Chris is a good guy. If she is getting close to him, good for her. Brittany pulls Missy over to our lawn chairs, and she giggles watching Hailey twirl in a circle with her bubble wand, making bubbles float all around her. “You like kids?” Brittany asks her, making my ears perk up.

Brittany giggled while saying her words then bit her lower lips showing Arabella how good Bill was last night. Arabella felt sudden pain in Brittany’s words but she refused to be treated like this with a stranger. Brittany maybe an international superstar but she didn’t have the right to treat her that way. So, what if she had million or billions of fans? Do her fans know how mean their idol’s personality is? “Oh! I am his wife remember? We have done that more than just a night. No need to elaborate with that.” Showing her cool, Arabella said with full of confidence as she let go of provoking smile and strode her way to one of the cubicles of the restroom.

Closing my eyes, I groaned, "Please tell me he didn't say anything dumb." Scarlett's dismissive grunt was the only reply I got before she went back to her makeup. Then I went to my mirror, only for Brittany to come up to my side. "Gosh, it's going to be weird performing without you in the group, Sierra." Brittany sighed dramatically. Betty moved her swivel chair next to mine. "Right." Betty drawled, grinning from ear to ear. "So, why Dante?" I turned to her. "Huh?" "I mean, everyone knows he's a dick, but you of all people wouldn't pay attention to him." Betty explained. "I always thought your type would be...a boring blue-collar guy."

After a moment, she stood up and went to the restroom to check if her lipstick was smudged. Soon, a striking and radiant figure appeared ahead—Brittany had arrived. Her luxury car had stopped outside the restaurant. Brittany hadn't waited for her assistants; she came in on her own, eager to see her daughter. Today, Brittany wore a vivid red dress. Her lips were a deep crimson, her black hair glossy and flowing, like a fierce rose in full bloom, thorny and proud. Time had left no trace on her—though she was in her forties, she looked no older than a woman in her twenties. As she walked through the room, all eyes were drawn to her.

If it wasn’t for the fire, we would have all frozen out by now. “Be wary of Sadie,” Kasey told me. “She’s a bitch.” “So am I.” “Yeah, but she’s a violent bitch. Borderline Personality Disorder. Her meds barely work. She’ll rip a chunk of hair out of your head quicker than you can blink.” Kasey rubbed a spot in her hair with a sigh. “She went after me once for looking at Beau the wrong way. She thought I was flirting, but I didn’t even know he was standing in the crowd.”

< KNIGHT MANSION ~ BRITTANY'S ROOM > Brittany was laying on her bed in her purple nightie. She was trying to sleep but she couldn't stop thinking about Jace. She sat upright and sighed for the hundredth time that night. "What is wrong with me ? " She mumbled and pouted her lips. Her eyes went to the cute doll that she had placed by her window side. She smiled and got down from the bed and walked to her window side. She carried it and hugged it tightly smiling happily. She was still showering her doll with love when someone appeared by her window, he or she was wearing a black hoodie covering its entire face.

Like I suddenly changed shape in her eyes. “You surprise me,” she said softly. I nodded back. “I’m full of weird party tricks.” *** What song do you imagine playing in Beckett’s heartbreak playlist? 190525, Anne Joyce