Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

“I’ll tell you when we are out of here.” She nodded. I glanced at Laurent and Ryan and they were both tipsy on red wine. I was ready to call it a night, but the moment we stood to leave, Ryan addressed Brittney. “You’re the designer behind the winter concept, right?” She blinked, caught off guard. “Yes…. I helped with the visuals.” He smiled, “impressive work. You have a strong eye, I hope we get a chance to work closely.” I stepped in between them before she could respond. “She’s got a full plate already but thanks.”

Brittany was frightened and quickly put the sign away. Her complexion turned pale as she said, "Yasmin, it's my fault for not thinking it through well enough. We shouldn't have bothered you. "Please don't contact the journalists. We're leaving right now." "Do you think you can come and go as you please?" Blake snorted coldly. Brittany fell on her knees in fear. She cried, "Yasmin, I was wrong. Please don't be mad at me. I won't dare to do this again." Brittany miserably broke into tears as she kept hitting her head against the ground.

Brittany sighed and reclined on her chair, but as she listened to his boring lectures, a smile curled at her lips as her thoughts drifted towards Dylan . After lectures, she headed down the hallway alone while Fiona went for a club meeting. Brittany wasn't a fan of clubs, so she prefers to spend her free time reading or watching movies. She was on her way to her dormitory when a hand pulled her to a corner.. A stifled gasp escaped her lips as her gaze settled on a tall man with a broad chest, the muscles rippling beneath his fitted shirt. His rugged features and chiseled jaw only added to the aura of strength surrounding him.

"There's nothing left to find—I made sure of it, but he was thorough. Professional. This wasn't some casual inquiry." "Thank you for letting me know." After I hung up, I stared at the ceiling tiles and tried to calculate my next move. If Jason was digging this deep, how long before he uncovered the truth? How long before he realized Vanessa Harper and Laila were the same person? The door to my room slammed open before I could gather my thoughts. "You conniving little bitch." Brittany. She stood framed in the doorway like some unhinged angel of vengeance, her silver gown crumpled, mascara streaked down her cheeks, hair once perfect now wild around her face. If her intention was to look terrif

“I’m in.” --- As Brittany walked away from the group, her mind was already spinning with ideas. She had set her plan in motion, and now it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place. “Step one: take down Elie’s,” she thought, her smirk turning into a determined grin. “Step two: deal with Tiffany. And step three? Damien will finally be mine.” **To be continued…**

It was Brittany Montgomery. That woman was certain that Madeline was Brittany's murderer. What Madeline could not understand was why she was sobbing so much for Brittany?

She got to where I was standing and hooked her hands around my neck, involuntarily pulling me close to her. “Brittany, ” I called gently, knowing I had to tread with caution. “Your assistant or whatever the doofus is wouldn't let me into your office. Does she know who I am?” She threw a glare at Riella who snickered in anger. It was typical of people like Brittany to pull the identity and achievement card on people they termed their prey. The only thing I was so sure about was that Riella was not prey. “Sorry, I didn't know you go about writing who you are on your forehead.” Riella folded her arms and scoffed.

Brittany looks cute whenever she eats. They finished up and the maid cleared the plates. Arianna placed her diary on the table. Arianna had invited Brittany over to plan the gifts she will be giving to everyone she loved. She wants to gift everyone a breathtaking gift, a memorable gift, since she'll be leaving their lives for good. She asked Brittany to listen carefully and take down what she's going to list for her.

I could tell she didn’t really want to go but wanted to let me rest. “Thank you both for everything.” “You are very welcome. Oh! By the way, I have been keeping the kids busy for you!” Brittany said with an evil smile. “Oh, no. What did you make them do?” I suppressed a laugh. “Just a little of this and a little of that! Bye!” They walked out and shut the door. “What does that mean?” I asked Damian. “I think they are writing research papers on mates and what not.” Damian sat down on the very edge of the bed.

Jessie smiled and came to lay the dresses on the bed beside Ana. Ana eyed all of the dresses and saw they were all nighties. “Am I supposed to wear this to meet with Mr Miller?” She looked at Jessie in question. Jessie nodded. “One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.”