Brittany/brittany Glee Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

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.

They're all the same. And he was right. They all wanted the same thing. Sex and money. Nothing else mattered to them. So, I vowed to treat them as nothing but what they were. Money hungry sluts. And Brittany…she was just another one of them. “Fine, I'll be a good little slut, Zayne. I'll be the best sex toy you've ever had.” she said with a dead voice and an empty smile. She pried out of my hold, which had loosened and dropped to her knees.

Brittany said touching her chest. "You're cràzy" Rowen said. "Yes, only for you" Brittany replied and stood up immediately. "Don't try this ever again!" Rowen said and made to walked away. Brittany rushed to him desperately. "I'm sorry for lieing to you, but you can't leave me here like, this I'm dieing to have your dîck in my honey pot, please have sèx with me, even though it's once" Brittany said, begging him with her eyes as if her life depends on it.

She furrows her eyebrows and asks, "What? Did I say something wrong?" I snap out of my stance and plaster a fake smile on my face before shaking my head, 'no'. "Keep eating Rachel." Her smile appears again and she sucks on her bottom lip, "For the first time, Troy suggests that I keep eating and doesn't blabber nonsense about how unhealthy this is? Wow,it's my honour sir." she teases me but I don't falter. Janice Willow is the girl burglar.

Brittany's eyes lit up. *Damn it.* Mom blinked at my tone. "Yes. Winter Formal, remember? Richard took pictures before she went." "I remember." A family group chat photo had flashed on my screen during the drive. Sloane in dark green, flanked by friends, wearing an almost-smile like armor. Mom smiled faintly. "She looked beautiful." "I saw." Behind her wineglass, Brittany made a soft sound. She was a master of them—the little laughs, the heavy sighs, the humming surprise—every noise precision-engineered to tilt the room her way.

she said with a yawn and made her way upstairs. Cole helplessly watched her go upstairs and felt a surge of anger within him. “Who do you think you’re? You must think you’re really my wife to walk into my house like that” Cole yelled. Brittany turned around and smiled “in case you didn’t know, my name is Brittany Byers and I’m crazier than you think I am, play with me” she threatened him and resumed her journey to the bedroom.