Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

Something is wrong, and I don't know if I'll like what I'm about to hear. "Sweetheart, our goddess has chosen you to be honored with the blessing of becoming our next lead warrior," Luna Christy explains. My mind becomes clouded as I turn my eye sight towards her. My eyes go wide in shock and my mouth gawked openly, "I, wait ....what?" I narrow my sight. The words barely escape in a whisper.

Tristan says excitedly, grabbing the remote from the table and cranking up the volume. ♪♪ Crashing, hit a wall. Right now, I need a miracle. ♪♪ Tristan sings along to the lyrics to the song, “Don't Let Me Down" as he bounces on his heels, moving in a flash to grab Jason's hands. He carefully pulls the Delta to his feet and, holding onto his hands, gently guides them one at a time, forcing his best friend to twist his hips and move his body to the rhythm of the beat. Jason smiles, moving his body, being careful not to pull on his stitches, which are thankfully scheduled to be removed tomorrow.

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

Brittany was the one who almost died from the overdose hypnotics, so, what the fuck was she trying to say? She sniffled back the tears I didn't realize were already falling from her eyes. “Seems like you don't believe me at all. So I've got proof to back all I've just said.” True to her words, she played some video on her phone that left me bewildered and in more confused state. “What is this supposed to mean?” I asked to be certain that I was seeing clearly, but she didn't reply instead, gave me a clearer view of the video. The videos were CCTV footage that visibly showed Brittany walked into the club on her will, even smiling with him as they got down from a taxi.

Screaming. In the afternoon, the door opened without a knock. It was Petra. She was an older woman with gray hair and a very loud voice. She had a loaf of bread in her arms. "You look like death," Petra said. She put the bread on my table. "Eat. You’re getting skinny. Men don't like bones, Senna." "I’m not looking for a man, Petra," I said. I took a piece of bread. It was still warm. "I have too many patients."

Brittany handed the laptop over to her before joining me on the bed with her arms crossed and puffed up red cheeks. Isabella typed furiously for what seemed like hours yet it seemed like a few minutes before she said it's done. I thanked her before she left and Brittany hogged the laptop again. "Hey check this out" she said and I walked over to her. "She had a damn password to save a few videos" well that is odd. "guess she has a video of herself being a slut" she mused as I clicked on the first video curiously. What I discovered shocked me to the core. I wasn't expecting this.

Her gaze was fixated on nothing out the dirty window as she concentrated on breathing in and out. What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again? She asked herself as she stood at the cracked laminated counter. Oh, right, coffee. She looked back at him over her shoulder to see if he'd caught her little lapse. Big mistake! His muscles moved as he reached in and out of the bags, like some kind of well-orchestrated dance. And his ass did things to jeans that she was pretty sure were illegal in small towns like Silver Springs.

In Alicia's room, she brushed her teeth to go to sleep. Alicia woke up, looked at the clock, it was 10:00 A.M., she intended to wake up earlier, but sleep won her over. She went to take a shower, put on a pair of short jean shorts, a red short-sleeved shirt, and her sneakers. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail, as she wanted to go exploring. She grabbed a backpack she had packed, left the room, and headed to the hotel restaurant, grabbed a bowl of fruit, and quickly ate it. She was about to leave when she found Axel. He was dressed in dress pants and a short-sleeved shirt. He had on leather slip-on shoes.

She beheld that cold air of mystery but that irresistible adoration for her ephemerality. “Catherine.” I stated surely, watching her in her black cropped sweater top and bright red lipstick. The wine glass in her hand matched the redness of her lips while her hair, in huge waves of raven, falls like a waterfall to her waist. There was a girl beside her, whose name I could barely recall, but they both shared a laughter, which for some reason brought me an inexplicable bliss. “I see. You know her, huh? What do you say? Bet your ass you’re making out with her tonight.”

*RECOMMEND ME SAD SONGS PLEASE* People I don’t even chat with started entering my inbox asking what is wrong. “Recommend me songs not ask what happened” I uttered to myself hissing. I was about deleting the post when I saw Hayden’s name in one of my viewers. So he is online. Wow! I deleted the post anyways. My phone started ringing. My heart skipped thinking it would be Hayden but was devastated on seeing Andy as the caller. I picked anyways and placed the phone on my ear. “Brittany, are you okay?” Was the first thing he asked.