Novel & Cerita Brittany/brittany Glee

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...

There was a short pause as she grabbed Ace much closer to her, and he didn't fail to hold her waist. Brittany's anger was brewing inside already, especially since she had to do this, but none seemed to understand except her mother who was standing behind them. Only she knew how hard it was for Brittany to practice and perfect those words. “So, here I am, saying I'm sorry to all who showed me their sympathy.” She finished with a feigned look of guilt on her face. “Does that mean, you lied with the arranged marriage stuff?” A female reporter asked.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

………… Brittany: Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel contented with what I am wearing, and with my beauty, each day, I fall in love with the woman that I am turning into, everything seemed fixed but something was wrong, how do I get out of the building without alerting anyone, I pushed my head out of my room door, there was no one at the stairway, so I make my way down and then I still have one more obstacle to overcome which is the Alpha’s Office, when the door came in view it was lock so I let out a smile, I was almost out the door to the main building when I heard a voice. “Sneaking out again.” I frown knowing who has come out of the office. “Hi brother,” I said smiling sheepishly at hi

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

Brittany yells, bringing him back to himself, but too loud, in that, it draws the attention of others, including Estelle and her parents, who looked in their direction. "I've called you for the 7th time, she says with disappointment. He was supposed to act as her boyfriend and here he was drooling over a girl he just saw. Even her parents sent cold daggers, towards his direction. "Am sorry," he says pulling Brittany to a corner but his gaze was still focussed on Estelle and he noticed the guilt, discomfort, and disappointed look on her face. He shifts uneasily back to Brittany's direction. "She looks like" "Estelle? It's not her. That's Pierro Montana's daughter," Brittany exclaims.

She simply shrugged as they continued their walk. Brittany stared at Nora from where she sat, as Macho the clan leader, addresses them all. Nora was busy scratching some part of her body, as a result of an inching effect it was having on her. After Brittany woke her up she hurriedly took her bath, picked up the cream and applied it on her body; not noticing the fact that it had been changed. She didn’t bother to look at it properly, believing that Brittany will never try to change it since she doesn’t know about her plans. Right now, she is feeling a hot intensity of heat inside her body, and the poisoned cream is having its effect.

Brittany was the head cheerleader, the daughter of the town’s wealthiest developer, and a girl who had made it her life’s mission to remind me that I didn't belong in Blackridge’s elite circle. "I heard your mom finally caught a break and married into that trashy MC," Brittany said, stopping in front of me with her hands on her hips. Her "friends" stood behind her, smirking. "Is it true? Are you living in a clubhouse now? Does it smell like grease and failure?" "Move, Brittany," I said, my voice dangerously low.

She said Briella's eyes widened, and her brows furrowed in confusion. "But why? He has me. Isn't that enough?" Brittany's voice trembled as she spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush. "He needs both of us. As a matter of fact, he still loves me" Briella's eyes widened further, disbelief and hurt mingling in her gaze. "You must be dreaming of Brittany." Tears streamed down Brittany's face, her voice filled with anguish.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.