Brittany Murphy And Eminem Novels & Stories

I questioned " hey brittney -uh well she called me that,my name is Rina Carter I'm Junaid's girlfriend well ex now I think I'm not sure,i just wanna know if his okay " Rina said " Britt baby go play in your room, let me talk to aunty Rina for a minute " I said and waited for brittney to get in her room" close that door baby" I said coz I know she likes listening to people's convos..she closed the door, I chuckled my baby though" uh back to you since Brittney knows you then you must be important to Junaid, his in prison awaiting trial because of your little sister " I said blankly

I was smiling like an idiot, lost in the memory, fingers brushing the bruise on my neck, when a sharp voice sliced the air. “Well, well. If it isn’t Emma the Eternal Virgin.” Brittany sauntered in, wearing a white sundress, hair in a perfect chignon. She didn’t act reformed like she did in front of her father—her smirk was pure high-school venom. “So with all the books you read, this is how you ended up? Polishing glasses?” My spine straightened. Some of the guilt I felt was beginning to fade. “Morning Brittany. Sleep well?”

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.”

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.

Eyes sunken but filled with… regret. “Adrian,” she whispered. “You came.” I froze. Brittany had changed totally. She lost weight. She looked ill. “Ma, I’ll give you privacy,” the warden said, leaving us. “You look happy,” Brittany said faintly. “Everything I’m not.” “Why did you ask me to come?” I asked. “I need a favor,” she said weakly. “For my daughter.” My heart skipped. “Your daughter?” “Yes. Emma. Eight months old. Taken to foster care after birth. I won’t see her again. I just need to know… someone will give her the life she deserves.”

I glanced at the shows program, and saw it was a broadcast for a women empowerment event she was the guest speaker. “It’s Miss D'Angelo now.” She corrected, plastering her fake and emotionless smile on her face. The interviewer laughed off her mistake nervously. “Right. We had heard some rumours of a divorce between you and Mr. Martinez, but since nothing was confirmed...” Camera lights flashed in Brittany’s face, but she didn’t so much as blink. “Well I’ve confirmed it. I broke off from my husband amicably but you see.” She paused, then gave a sideway glance to the cameras.

Brittany had only succeeded in pissing him off the most. "I'm sorry, Alex, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry," she begged, weeping, trying to get closer to Alex. "Are you fucking crazy, Brittany?" He hissed angrily, "What is the meaning of this madness?!' he snapped. Brittany sniffled and put her head down, but that wasn't to hide her tears, it was to hide the sky smirk that she had on her face. She was going to mess things up for both of them. All she had to do was get the press talking and make sure they tear Megan and Alex apart, she would never allow both of them to be together, never!

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana’s messenger asked me who I was, and for some reason, she reminded me of Senator Cruz. I was a tad bit disappointed by that. “Enzo Moretti. Who are you?” I replied, just as unfazed by her smugness. Isa stood beside me. She wasn’t at ease. I could see how worried and uncomfortable this situation with her mum made her. “I’m Brittany,” she said. “I’m here because her mum sent me.” Brittany pointed at me. “So now, tell me, who are you to Isa?”

Naomi turned her head and warned, “Who said that! You are clearly my subordinate.” By the side, the Murphy family were looking at Emmitt with satisfaction from the bottom of their hearts! Even though he looked two—year younger than his daughter, he seemed to have matured steadily. “Emmitt! Do you have a girlfriend?” Ezekiel asked curiously. Emmitt laughed and replied, “I’m single.” Naomi is also single, if you don’t mind, you can try dating her! Ezekiel liked Emmitt a lot, too. Emmitt laughed, “Don’t worry, Mr. Murphy, we are still seeing each other.”

The rest of the day swallowed me with urgent staff meetings, data tranfers and Margaret’s steady voice guiding me through the next project like she could sense I needed something normal to hold onto. By the time office hours ended, my brain felt scraped raw. I was packing my bag when my phone buzzed. A message from Emily. “This is going viral.” My stomach dropped because last video chnaged my world. I clicked the link which opened to a video. It was Murphy. “My so-called friend,” she said, voice trembling just enough to be convincing, “couldn’t handle the fact that I was going through a breakup.” “She treated me like a maid,” Murphy continued. “She made me do everything. Clean, cook, work. W