Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

It was more of a statement than a question. Dom came over and stood me up to hug me. I allowed him to comfort me as this was going to be the hardest day of my life. Brittany came out wearing a black spaghetti strap dress with white flowers. The whole thing was flowy with layers of ruffles. She looked beautiful with her hair pulled back. “Ready?” Brittany came up to us and started rubbing my back.

Five minutes later, Mark knocked. "Ms. Brittany," he announced. She walked in like she was the cEO of my company. Brittany looked younger, exactly as I remembered- she was still beautiful, flawless, expensive. A cream dress that clung to her curves, perfect hair, perfect makeup, every step calculated to draw attention probably my attention. She was everything society expected at my side. But she wasn't Adrian. And all I felt when I looked at her was exhaustion. "Darcy," she said warmly, like we were old friends, not ghosts from a broken past. "Thank you for seeing me so late."

“It was as if she had disappeared from this world.” “She’s still alive. I can feel it.” “How about you stop looking for her? It’s been a month, Cas.” “Only a month, Brit.” Brittany took a deep breath, then when she looked back at Caspian, a smile tugged at her pink lips. “I can’t keep mobilizing my members to look for her.” “I’ll find her myself. Soon, I can transform again.” Brittany patted Caspian’s bare arm and stroked it. “Good luck.” After that, Brittany said goodbye. She will go back to the North Island after spending three weeks here, taking over the Sacred Storm for a while and cleaning up all the mess.

I said sarcastically and he chuckled while getting up. "See you out there," nodding to what he said, I got off the bed and picked out an outfit. It was a black bodycon dress that ended mid-thigh, strapping on my heels, I left my hair curly today and couldn't give a fuck what Theo would say. Applying the right amount of makeup on, I left my room for Theo's office. Knocking softly, I pushed the door open and found Cassandra in there with her arms crossed over her chest...what an angry bride she is.

"Thank you for bringing this to us, Brittany. Seriously." "I just..." She wipes her eyes. "I just want my baby to be safe. And if that means burning Derek and his father down, then so be it." "One question," Reign interjects. "Why help us? You could have gone to Garrick with this information. Gotten on his good side." "Because I'm not a monster." Brittany looks at me, her eyes sincere. "And because Sonya never deserved what Derek did to her. She was just a girl with a crush who got caught up in something way bigger than she understood."

Even with her voice lowered, it still could not conceal her anger. Brittany was so angry that the host did not achieve what she wanted. Instead, Lily was in the limelight. When she came here, she saw that Lily was already trending top one in search, completely suppressing Brittany. A few days ago, Brittany was the most talked-about person on the Internet because of the show in which she starred as the main character. Now, however, a niche perfumer has overshadowed her. Most importantly, Lily was that woman. How could she not be angry?

Brad only watched the whole drama, amused at how Brittany is handling the matter. “Trust me, I never wished to do this…but she forced me to. Her name is Tina. I saw her in one club and she gave me the job to execute you with the drink” She yelled in anger. Brittany was already boiling with rage “And why did you do it, did you know me before, why did you agree to kill an innocent person….answer me you b!tch” Brittany slapped her again “Harrhghhh….call me whatever, fine I am a b!tch and I know that, but I’m doing it for my son” She yelled, Brittany calmed down a bit. She stared at her puzzled

But I hear Blake mumble under his breath, “That shit hurt, crazy woman.” Ha! If he only knew how crazy I could get. “Okay, seriously, who are you?” I ask. “Name’s Dirk Wesley, Little Bird.” “Laken. My name is Laken, and you should use it since you both are annoying the fuck out of me,” I grit out. He just laughs again and shakes his head at me. “I think we’re going to be good friends,” he says. “Not friends,” Blake grates out. Well, what do you know? They just keep pushing my buttons. Forget forks; where are the knives?

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

“If he isn’t with Amelia, then he might know who is.” “I don’t know, I don’t-” “He should return by nightfall,” a voice interrupted us and I turned to find Brittany standing in the hallway. She looked very different from the last time I saw her. What used to be a high and mighty Alpha’s daughter was now a shell of her old self. There were bags under her eyes and her hair had lost its shine. Her eyes were hollow and cold as if they had experienced horrors that one couldn’t speak of. Still, she somehow managed to look regal.