Brittany Murphy Eminem Novels & Stories

She erupted. “No, you shut the f*ck up! I’m nothing like you! I have no relation with that dumb*ss Elias because, unlike you, I don’t make my living grinding myself onto a man. You really think everything you achieved all this stardom and fame through your merits? God, Britney, everyone knows you only managed to get this far because you f*cked your way up here being someone’s mistress!” Mimi fumed, bringing up Britney’s unsavory record into the tiff without reservation while the latter’s mien turned stormy. “Your ‘Daddy’ has a wife and a daughter, man. She’s only five years old! Don’t you feel even the teensy-weensy bit of compunction when you see that little gal?”

I reply instantly to cover my smart-ass mouth. "Great idea! I would absolutely love to do that." Brittany puts her fingers in her hair. Her blonde locks fall everywhere. I'm tired of her and her damn perfection. I'm only friends with her because no other girl likes me enough. "Do you remember Stephanie Burnham? Well, she's back from living in Canada. Her dad got his old job back, and she's here to stay."

Brittany was looking down at her phone when she noticed someone entering the box and looked up to see Jeff and Kourtney, she happily stood up to greet them and put her arm around Kourtney's shoulder. "Kourtney, Jeff, you're finally here!" Kourtney looked her up and down, "What are you?" Brittany smiled and stood a little further away, then turned around in front of Kourtney, and at the end, threw a wink at Kourtney: "How's that? Is it good?" Jeff, standing at Kourtney's side, spoke directly: "It would be better if he didn't open his mouth!" Brittany gritted her teeth and glared at him, "If you don't speak, no one will take you for a mute!"

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?”

Emma's point of view "Next" A small petite blonde girl stepped forward with the number five on her pink sports bra.She looked pretty not badass with average boobs,ass,small figure and pretty long legs.She definitely looked like someone who'd get down on both knees for a dick. "What's your name babes." "Brittany." "Thanks.You can start when your ready." I sat there on the captains chair watching Brittany perform her little routine for us.Her breasts bounced as she jumped up and down,her lips crashed together as she sang and her legs split wide open when doing her splits in the air.Damn it.Wide enough for me to bury my ton...

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."

Marish called her favorite niece, Brittany Rafique. "I'll go ahead now, thank you so much for taking care of my little bunny, Marish. Bye.." Khamylle said as she waved with Brittany for goodbye. "Hey, girl! What's your plan right now? Who knows he had a secret love with you, and he thought that you're still single?" Melody asked out from nowhere. "Hello, Melody! Isn't it obvious that I'm wearing a wedding ring? Am I really that beautiful, for him to think that I'm still single? Darn it! Emmerson might have killed me, the moment he knew about it."

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?”

Emma said. "Fine! I knew that Brittany had a worthless boyfriend, but she told me that they'd broken up," Camilla admitted grudgingly. "I didn't think that he'd go berserk and attack them like that." "At least he's in jail," Emma muttered. "I used to like Brittany, you know, but after finding out who she was dating... Well, my respect for her flew right out the window." She scoffed. "I mean, she could have done better."