Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

Brittany wiped at her face with the heel of her hand and kept going, words spilling faster now. “I came here because I wanted you back, and I wanted my sister back, and to see Lily because I am trying to prove I still know how to choose the right side when it counts.” “What I did to you still haunts me,” she added. “I hear it when I am alone or try to sleep, and I hear it every time I think of your face while you were still trapped in that house. I am trying to do better, to earn a place, and I am trying so hard to stop being the girl who chose comfort over 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.

His gaze switched to Brittany as his lips held a gracious smile. That literally made me scoff within myself. Brittany chuckled quietly for a brief moment, that even I was forced to glance at her. Then she said, “I'm Brittany Miller, the first daughter of the Anderson's and as you know, I recently got married to my darling husband here.” She clung to my right arm as she trailed off in her sentence. “So, there's really not much to know about me.” She concluded with a small smile. “Wow! Mr. Miller, you really did an impressive job in selecting a wife.”

Brittany: After I break up with Jamie in the afternoon, I had a silent meal, the dining was like a graveyard, everyone was eating without saying a word, after the meal, I went to my room, I felt stupid when the thought came rushing to me that my mate might not want me because I was too horny to wait for him I gave my V card to a man that I am not sure, we have a future, it’s my cross, I will have to carry it, towards the evening, Callaghan came looking for me but I just acted like I was sleeping, so he turned around and left, for the past two days, I was avoiding everyone and it seems Jamie was wise enough to respect my decision. He did not appear in my room just like that without an invitat