Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

t should have been comforting, but lately, the connection between us only seemed to pull me deeper into the storm. A familiar voice broke the stillness. “So this is where you hide,” Brittany said, stepping into the room as if she owned it. Her heels clicked against the floor with deliberate arrogance. “I was wondering when we’d get a moment alone.” I ignored her, focusing on the book in my hand, but she wasn’t going to let me be. “You know,” she continued, leaning casually against the nearest table, “I had the most wonderful time with Darian. He’s not bad in bed, but I imagine Lucas would be much better.”

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.

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.

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.”

I said, the footsteps so close. And then they stopped. I could feel eyes on my pussy. I could tell that Mr. Miller was staring at my virgin cunt. Could he see my little hymen? Or was my slit too girlishly tight? I quivered there, my heart pounding in my chest as another bead of hot cream ran down my right, inner thigh. "You girls studying?" Mr. Miller asked. "Yes, Dad," Brittany said, hardly looking up. "We're studying." She shot me a look and rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated by her father's presence.

Recognition flickered across her face. “You’re the one from the news. The Rhodes girl.” I lifted my chin slightly. “I’m Anya Miller. I’m a writer.” “Sure you are,” she muttered, the skepticism thick in her tone. She hit a key with more force than necessary. “Stand against the wall.”

"She's in her condo at **** Condominium King.." my Assassin's said I nod, all my slaves were investigated well as soon as Brittany wash her body the tracker will be off. "The tracker is off King," she said and I nod, maybe I just want to know ey?. "Brittany Parker a Famous Model and Social Influencer, No family left her parent's died in a car accident a Graduate in Business Management a Judo and Taekwondo blackbelt, and she's active in a firing team in **** " I nod hmmm a black belter huh,

And though he said nothing, his stare lingered a beat too long, like he was memorizing the gesture just to hate it more later. Brittany shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t understand a word of what was happening, and worse, she knew it. At one point, Kracus turned to her suddenly. "And you. What do you do?" Brittany blinked. "I’m an influencer." Silence. Kracus sipped his vodka. "Influence what?" "I, um, create lifestyle content. Fashion. Beauty. Travel." "Ah." He nodded, slow and cold. "You sell mirrors."

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.