Novel & Cerita Brittany Miller Writer

On getting back to the SunVille, She saw Ivan, and with racing hearts, she approached him. "Beta Ivan, is everything okay?" She asked, hoping that it wasn't because of her that he was there. "Brittany, oh thank Goddess, this is bad, I don't know how true it is but I don't know." Ivan said frantically, making an already jittery Brittany more jittery. "What is it?" "Did Mila go on a vacation?" "What?" "What?" Ivan mimicked "Oh, I thought…" Brittany paused, laughing. "I think so, yeah." She answered.

“Like what the hell??” “Chill. I was kidding,” she rolled her eyes, finding it hard to stand straight. ′Crazy bitch alert.′ Brittany was officially cancelled. She’d scared the hell out of me! “Bye!” I exclaimed and turned to leave but she grabbed my arm and made me face her. “Who do– do you think you are?” she stopped and burped a little. “To reject me? You’re such a pampered kid. You behave like one. Do you know the guys out there that want me?”

~~~~~ *Few Minutes before the Attack* Brittany walked into the restroom after the drink had stained her. She washed her hands and tried taking off the blouse. Fortunately, she was having another shirt beneath, which wasn’t stained. She needed that for the next mission, whereas the guy in haste had managed to make her first mission come to a halt. She wouldn’t be going out as a journalist, dressed in just some simple shirt with mini short, that’s impossible. She still needed her dress

I reply instantly to cover my smart-ass mouth. "Great idea! I would absolutely love to do that." Brittany puts her fingers in her hair. Her blonde locks fall everywhere. I'm tired of her and her damn perfection. I'm only friends with her because no other girl likes me enough. "Do you remember Stephanie Burnham? Well, she's back from living in Canada. Her dad got his old job back, and she's here to stay."

*** Meanwhile, Bennett Melvis had just received a report— Brittany was a citizen of Long Beach. Her mother’s name was Emerald Winter. Brittany lost her mother at the age of sixteen. Her mother was buried in a small cemetery in Long Beach. However, her name on the tombstone was Yvonne Wilmer! This was because Yvonne Wilmer changed her name when she ran away from Alaska with her daughter. However, it was the only thing that gave Yvonne away after she died. Back then, Yvonne was an espionage agent. She was very good at keeping her identity a secret. That was why she hadn’t been discovered after so many years.

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

she asked while thrusting her index finger at Aaron who immediately gripped it tightly. Brittany flicked her nails that were decorated with turquoise nail polish, "Is it not clear? you are low-life people, even people you as a maid,while iam the daughter of a senator who will soon run for president we are like the earth and sky right?" she said casually.

AUTHORESS P.O.V "My bad, I'm very sure I'll confuse you with this" Brittany said and scroll through her phone. She clicked on a picture and showed it to Rowen. "And so?, What's the meaning of this?" Rowen ask. "You don't wanna date a bîtch did you?" Brittany asked with a smile. "And did you think you're different from a bîtch?" Rowen ask. "I'm different from Emma, I don't fûck around" Brittany replied with a smile.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

Brittany had only succeeded in pissing him off the most. "I'm sorry, Alex, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry," she begged, weeping, trying to get closer to Alex. "Are you fucking crazy, Brittany?" He hissed angrily, "What is the meaning of this madness?!' he snapped. Brittany sniffled and put her head down, but that wasn't to hide her tears, it was to hide the sky smirk that she had on her face. She was going to mess things up for both of them. All she had to do was get the press talking and make sure they tear Megan and Alex apart, she would never allow both of them to be together, never!