Brittany Tyler Novels & Stories

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Everyone froze. Tyler stood there beside us, not close enough that I’d seen him approach, one hand locked around Britney’s wrist before she could land the hit. He must’ve come across from the gym side, maybe from weights or basketball drills, because he had a training top on and his hair looked slightly damp at the temples. His expression was not amused. Just cold. “Don’t,” he said. Britney stared at him, stunned. “Let go of me.” Tyler’s grip tighten. “Then stop acting like an idiot.”

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."

"Ethan is my brother. I got the job under his ID and degree." Ryan narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw in frustration. "You still didn't answer. What. Are. You?" He hisses as he specifies every word clearly. I look up at him in confusion as he saw my boobs and I even confessed I am not a man. Fucking stupid for a CEO. "I am a girl." I silently whisper. Ryan skeptically stares at my body as he perplexedly asks, “Are you sure?” WTF! I nod, but he is not even looking at me instead his eyes fixed on my lower self. He glares doubtfully while scratching the stubble hair on his chin as if not believing me, “Hundred percent a girl?”

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

she says as alpha Blake grand luna from around her waist and holds her. "This didn't just happen that easily, Blake. They couldn't have just come in without being noticed. This had to be an inside job, and we need to find who the fuck is betraying us." beta Tyler says, making alpha Blake growl menacingly. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I replied, wrapping my arm around her. Sophia hovered nearby, trying to catch my eye. Brittany and her friend sauntered over to Tyler, flirting shamelessly. But when Brittany spotted Krisdana, her demeanor changed. "Oh my Gawd, Lucien, you literally killed it on the field!" she squealed. Her pitch was so high it sounded almost fake. Krisdana's stink eye made me chuckle. Brittany's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. "Krisdana, girl, your man's a beast!" Brittany exclaimed.

That was until Alicia's finger snapped out of her reverie. Brittany let out a brief squeal before patting herself on both cheeks. "Oh my God, am I dreaming? Who is this girl in front of me?! Woohoo! Amazing! You look, you... Oh, my gosh, I almost stopped breathing," she said quickly. The excitement in the room was caused by Alicia's physical transformation. The Brooklyn-born girl had dyed her hair jet black and straightened it--with Brittany's straightening iron--so her face looked very defined now. Plus, she wears short bangs now.

Ace's POV “Daughter of the popular business tycoon, Brittany Anderson, leaves groom hanging at the altar.” My secretary read out a headline from the tablet and glanced at me. “What does that say?” “Here it goes.” “She seemed so brave to have broken ties with the handsome CEO, Ace Miller. This is to show that the beautiful lady, Brittany Anderson, can do anything at all. She has proven.......” “Just get down to the comments.” I chipped in before she could finish.

VelvetMistress. That red lace. Her legs crossed slowly, her voice low and deliberate, like silk sliding against skin. It had been only one night since her livestream. One night since I’d sat still in a dark jet, headphones in, watching her move like she had all the time in the world. She’d looked into the camera and asked her viewers who deserved her attention. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I tipped her five grand and logged off before I could do something even more impulsive. Later, a notification had come through.