Brittany Broski Cole Sprouse Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Wow!, just wow! You guys would look cute together.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I scrunched my brows. “That’s why you refused my proposal. Isn’t that it? So you can marry your Prince Charming” “Eww! Hayden isn’t my Prince Charming!” “You don’t have to pretend. I know and it’s fine. It was my fault falling for you!” He spat. “Ezra!” *** “Brittany! Brittany Jones!” I heard the homeroom teacher called and I flinched almost falling off my seat.

BROOKS I never thought my fantasy could come true, but as Levi kissed me with all that desperation and hunger that threatened to consume me alive, I realized that this was really happening. “Fuck, Brooks,” he groaned into my mouth. I couldn't believe how utterly sinful and addictive he sounded, “You have no idea how much I've always wanted to do this, how I've had to stop myself from doing this,” his mouth dropped to my neck. He pulled my hair back for better access to nibble on a spot that makes my toes curl and whimpers to spill out from my mouth.

Knox was standing there, leaning against the wall and staring pointedly at me. My brows lifted in question. "Why are you still here?" "Because I want to?" My eyes rolled. "I want to change. GET THE FUCK OUT!" He shook his head slowly. "I'm your brother now," he drawled His gaze darkened. "And brothers see their sisters naked all the time, Annalise. So get used to it." My nose scrunched up in disgust. "But what I am curious about is if you're as shapely as I think underneath all of those boring clothes that you wear."

Here lies Izel Brooks, killed by foam and shame. "—and that's why you NEVER leave your goggles fogged before a start," Jace said, loud, way too loud, already pushing me away. I blinked. My brain, still fully marinating in the just had his hand in my hair two seconds ago, took an embarrassingly long beat to catch up. I nodded right back, acting the part. “Yeah, that’s right, because fogged goggles are, um. Bad," I said. What am I even saying? I wondered, trying to not instantly burst into flames.

"We're stepsiblings. This is wrong. This is—" "Sorry," Ross interrupted, his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "Rejection will only be easy suffering for you. And that's very boring," I shook my head. "No! We can't be mates! I, Skylar Hawkins, reject you Ross and Myron Archer!" Myron laughed again. "The more you want it, the more we'll never do it." Then, together they whispered against my ears, "Welcome to your doom, mate." "You fucking—" Another wave of pain crashed over me, and everything went black.

" For you to stop flirting with that piece of shit like im not sitting right here. Why the hell does he have to touch you like that? It's fucking beans, anyone can blend beans!" Somehow, this is new hysteria excited me. Did he care enough about me to be jealous? " The last time I checked you were my step brother and not my boyfriend so fuck off" When I got back to my station, I decided to put this my little theory to a test. " I can't write seem to break this properly, mind helping?" I said, signalling to Trevor. He was more than eager to come forward. " Oh it's pretty easy my dear, it's all in the wrist" he said, I leaned into him, allowing my body to press against his, eyes firmly placed o

She nodded, agreeing with me, but instead of pulling apart, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip; her fingers curled into my hair while her other hand grazed my shoulder to my arm like she was finding my hand. “You’re making me crazy, Cole,” she muttered nervously. “You’re making me hungry.” Brielle moved her head and bit my earlobe before she whispered, “One last kiss, Cole.” The inner me went wild, pulling her to stand from her seat. Brielle had just broken the wall I was building to make her safe, and now waves of passion overwhelmed me as I pinned her to the wall and devoured her mouth, showing her I had been hungry for centuries. Brielle had unleashed her power over me, drowning m

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

When they got to order their Ice Cream, everything seemed okay with both of them as they started with light conversation which somehow bounced back to Hugo and Briella's relationship. Brittany pretended to block her out, but it was not working, so she ate her Ice Cream and nodded along with everything the other girl said. "You're not even listening, are you?" She has been caught. "Of course I am, and as long as he treats you right, you know I don't have a problem." Brit covered up quickly. "I know you weren't listening, but that's sweet, thanks, sis." Brie fawned. "I don't even know why I agreed with you on this when all I knew you were going to talk about was your beloved boyfriend." Brit s

“I could tell she wanted to say something else. She said she found his old skiing gloves and started crying. Now she wants to go on a trip with Aunt Melissa. Said I should come too.” “Aww, that’s cute. Maybe she just wants to spend some time again with her daughter.” “That’s why she called me at seven in the morning?” Brittany reaches over and squeezes my hand. “You know I’m here, right? For everything. Dreams, wolf men, weird shoulder miracles. All of it.” “I know. Thanks, Britts.” We sit in silence for a moment, the popcorn bowl between us. Then she says, “But I’m also going to need a detailed description of his outfit. For research.”