Brittany Murphy Eminem Novels & Stories

Her thoughts immediately turned to Tiffany. Tiffany and her little gang of Mandy and Lucy were always stirring up trouble, and they clearly disliked Elie’s. If Brittany could align herself with Tiffany, they could work together to bring Elie’s down. Of course, Brittany had no intention of keeping Tiffany around for long. Once Elie’s was out of the way, Tiffany would be next. A smirk played on Brittany’s lips as she picked at her food, her plan taking shape. She could almost see it now: Tiffany doing all the dirty work while Brittany remained in the background, pulling the strings. And when the dust settled, she would finally have Damien’s full attention.

Brittany slowly pushed herself up onto her knees, rubbing her neck, a defiant, ugly smirk twisting her lips as she looked up at me. "She has really blinded you, hasn't she?" Brittany wheezed, her voice raspy. "You're running around playing hero, completely blind to the fact that you're walking right into a trap. This fight... it's a lost cause for you, Liam. You can't beat him." "You are not answering my question!" I shouted, the volume echoing off the hollow concrete walls of the warehouse, my patience completely snapping. Brittany flashed a razor-thin, venomous smile, tilting her head back defiantly. "I don't owe you an answer, sweetheart."

"I told you never to come here. What are you doing here? Now get the hell out." Dean's words anger me even more, and I chuckle as I look at him. "Really? Are you asking me to leave? I guess no one knows the truth yet, that the person they all call Luna is nothing but a second wife. Tell me, Dean, how would you feel if everyone found out that the lady standing here is a lycan Luna and that the child she gave birth to belongs to the lycan Alpha? I chose to stay silent all this time so as not to hurt you, but have you ever thought about how much you hurt me when you cast me aside? I waited, thinking you would come back to me and apologize, but all I got was silence and nothingness. You hurt me

Britney yelled angrily. “You’re insane! This isn’t love… you’re freaking obsessed. Look at what you’ve done… feeding him sleeping pills and dragging him unconsciously into bed to deceive the world into thinking you two slept together.” “Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Britney frantically yelled. Still laying motionlessly on the uncomfortable mattress, Jeremy tried his best to resist the impulse of wanting to strangle the wicked girl to death. How dare she even think of plotting against them?

A curtain wouldn't allow any bullet-proof protection, but we were cramped for vacancies. "Yeah. They're coming in too," the EMT replied. Civilians? I got hung up on Fatima's wording as I began to listen to the man's lungs. She made it sound like this man wasn't an ordinary New Yorker. A cop? A... Oh, bloody hell...

Brittany got inside and sighed. She never thought the life of public figures would be this hard, but who could she blame for her misfortunes. No one except her she should’ve thought about it before accepting the offer from Naya, but on the other hand there was little time to think about it. She had only considered how good the money was and how she could pay off some debts. Talking of debts she had to pay for the makeup she bought on credit from the store down the lane. She climb out of the car and called out to Sean who was making for his car.

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.

Even the most popular stars nowadays might not be able to catch her eye. But Brittany's flattering smile and polite attitude toward Caroline made Susan feel like she was dreaming. Eddy didn't expect Caroline to be telling the truth. She had even gotten Brittany to handle her case. He was the eldest son of the Morrisons and had connections with Star King PR. However, Brittany was a legend in the industry and his former superior. So he had to hold back his cold attitude and greet her respectfully. "Ms. Emerson."

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

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.