Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

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.”

so regret is not on her words right now, but on the other hand, she realizes she didn't even regret it really as she likes it, then she's gonna poke on her tthoughts'sthe hell is happening to her thoughts anyway? Brittany Alister who also known as Brittany Parker is a famous model, a famous social influencer who is known for her beautiful face and almost perfect body is an Agent. A Famous agent x in her field of work, she can rip off your neck easily without you even noticing you are dead, and was now known for her new assign mission being a slave of the famous Mafia King who has famously created the society for the LGBTQ community, the Black Angel Society she owns is clean but her other bus

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Miller." "Nice to meet you too, and I'm glad you're okay after what happened to Jordan and your relationship." Zafier Miller said sadly to me. "I didn't believe that he would do something like that to you. He's really unexpected." "Yeah, well, he's always been an asshole, he's just good at hiding it." Britta replied sarcastically. "But you're always hanging out with assholes, Britt." Roland replied in a mocking tone. Britta growled at the young man.

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!"

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."

Her eyes lit up like stars upon hearing him. "What's there to think, Daniel? Break up with her already. She was never the perfect girl for you. She was never good enough for you. I never liked her. Just break up with her and I know the perfect girl for you." She exclaimed in excitement, making him smile at her fakely. "You do? Who is it, I wonder?" He asked with the same fake smile, faking excitement. "You remember my cousin, Brittney? She has had a crush on you for as long as I could remember!" She exclaimed with a fake chuckle which he could totally see through.

All the work will be done by then. Brittany is off her laptop at last, sitting between Isabelle and me with a glass of wine, telling us about her plans for Christmas. She is trying to decide if she wants to take a mini-mester class to lighten her last semester at school, but she would only be home for about a week for Christmas if she did that. I know it’s because she just wants to spend time with her professor friend, but I keep my opinions about the matter to myself, especially with Chris on the other side of the fire, watching her like a hawk.

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.