Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

AMBER The next days, Brittany walked to me and confronted me. rittany, once the queen of elegance, stood before me, her eyes ablaze with defiance. But I was unyielding, my resolve as unbreakable as steel. She thought she could outwit me, outmaneuver my revenge, but she had underestimated the depth of my determination. "You think you can ruin me?" Brittany's voice was a mix of anger and desperation. "I won't let you destroy everything I've built!"

Brittany didn't bother moving forward or having her seat she remaining standing. Without beating around the bush she stated her reason for coming to see him. "I don't want to get married " Mr Knight dropped his pen and relaxed well on his seat , he stared at Brittany like she had just said the most disgusting word ever. "I don't think you have a choice " Brittany balled her hands to a fist , she grit her teeth angrily , as she tried to stop herself from crying. "Why do you hate me so much ? Is being a girl a crime ?? Why must you despise me so much I am also human!!! "

I look at her and laugh along with her "Yeah, it was just a joke. I just started practicing drawing a little." Brittany grabs the notebook from my hands, she looks through more of the pages and reads some paragraphs I wrote about my adventures. "Wait, why are you writing about these "astral projection" experiences." She looks at me and she stops smiling "Do you believe that these things happen and you can actually "spiritually" leave your body? I look down at my mattress and turn away from her so my legs are off the bed.

Brittany was flipping through the channels as we walked in. “About time!” She glared at me and turned the T.V. off. “You know me, causing trouble where ever I go.” I saw Gavin look at Piercy, but I was focused on Brittany. “Come here.” She whispered and patted the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you. How is the leg?” “Sit down, Brett.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, ma’am.” Her bruised hand reached out to me. “Thank you. You literally saved my life.”

“Oh, you are. Because I need to understand why you keep following him around like a fly and coming up with these weird schemes. Tell me, are you obsessed with him?” Now it’s Gigi’s turn to scoff. Brittany’s eyes move slowly to her. “And who are you?” “I’m the girl who’s going to tell you to keep your man in order. Zach’s got a lot on the line here, and I won't let him get caught up in your spoiled rich kid drama.” Brittany chuckled, her blue eyes sparkling with genuine amusement. “I should keep Ryder in order?” she turned to the girls behind her who snickered in response and then back at us.

She had stood up and moved somewhere. And then she had not come back. Brittany appeared at his elbow. “Jude.” She said in the tone she used when she considered him to be overreacting to something. “She probably stepped out during the panic. She will turn up.” He looked at her. “She is a therapist.” Brittany continued. “Not a target. There is no reason for anyone to—” “She is with me.” He said. “That makes her a target. Remember the article they had run about her.”

There were deep purple bags under her eyes that she tried to hide with makeup, she looked exhausted and to make matters worse, I could see the hint of a bruise peeking out from under her long sleeve. Her eyes tracked my movements and she scoffed. “Don’t pity me, Kaden. I deserve what I have and I know the kind of man Blake is. He doesn’t love me so he can treat me however he wants. I don’t need him to love me, I just need the power.” Brittany was a strange girl, that much was certain. She would have made an interesting subject to study but unfortunately, I had much more important things on my mind. “Do you have news on Amelia?” I asked steering the conversation back on track.

“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.”

Instead, I offered her the safest excuse. "I had a lot on my plate," I said. Mirabel frowned, as if she didn’t quite believe me, but before she could ask more, a sharp voice cut through the hallway. "Mirabel!" We both turned toward the sound. Brittany stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her lips curled in disdain. "You’ll have plenty of time to chat with your slave-ass queen after work. I can't believe she's back here after cruising the whole of London with Mr. Giordano. Get over here now you!"

She turned back, a predatory light in her eyes. “You love Lucas Montgomery?” she asked. “What? No!” Emily lied instantly. It was the truth now, but the book said otherwise. “Liar. You are consumed by him, or you wouldn't have built this shrine of ink.” “I don't… we all admire the Pack leaders, don't we?” “We don't write songs about drowning in their souls, you freak.” “I don't love him… truly…” “I have a vision,” Britany said suddenly, and the look in her eyes promised a fate far worse than a sandwich soaked in broth.