Brittany Tyler Novels & Stories

I had no doubt that anything I told her would worm it's way back to Tyler, especially if it had anything to do with his old pack. "Oh no." Brittany chuckled, shaking her head. "Not gonna work. My lips are sealed." "Tell me. What if I knocked you the f**k out and drug you to my Alpha?" I let a cruel smirk form on my face, "How would you keep Tyler's plans a secret then?" Brittany's smirk matched my own, and she leaned in close. I felt my own smirk drop at her words, and red hot fury rush through my veins. "You see that guy over there?" Brittany murmured, her head turning towards the side of the club. "Blonde hair, green shirt. Killer body."

I told and she nodded walking off, the skittles I bought for Tyler in the pocket of her jeans. I turned moving to the bags of food deciding to get started on unpacking. "So I'm guessing Aria is your girlfriend's daughter?" My grandmother asked her gaze Aria who was sitting on the floor of the living room sharing her ice cream with Spain's son Tyler. "What?" I asked smiling since I never told her I was dating anybody. "Your sister told me you-" "Yes she is, and her mother's name is Brittany," I confessed happily the thought of Britt alone was enough to have me behaving like a lovesick teenager.

The living room was filled with laughter as Lily, now six years old, twirled around in a sparkly purple dress, her hair tied up in a lopsided ponytail that Thomas had attempted earlier. “Dad, look!” she called, spinning so fast she almost tipped over. Thomas, sitting on the couch with his guitar, grinned and strummed a playful chord. “Looking good, kiddo! Is that the new move you’ve been practicing?” Lily nodded excitedly. “It’s my princess spin! Mommy said I should add sparkles, but I don’t know how to do that yet.”

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

Lana’s POV “This is ridiculous! I didn’t do anything wrong,” Brittany yelled as Tyler pulled her out of the car and practically dragged her over to us. Kade just stood beside me, his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at his longtime friend. Her eyes were red, as was her nose, making it clear that she’s been crying. “So, you didn’t lock Lana in the bathroom?” Tyler asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Noted.”

“Oh, you are. Because I need to understand why you keep following him around like a fly and coming up with these weird schemes. Tell me, are you obsessed with him?” Now it’s Gigi’s turn to scoff. Brittany’s eyes move slowly to her. “And who are you?” “I’m the girl who’s going to tell you to keep your man in order. Zach’s got a lot on the line here, and I won't let him get caught up in your spoiled rich kid drama.” Brittany chuckled, her blue eyes sparkling with genuine amusement. “I should keep Ryder in order?” she turned to the girls behind her who snickered in response and then back at us.

Brittany pulled her best friend’s hand and stomped her feet, saying, "Wow, you’re driving me crazy! I can differentiate between what’s real and what’s fake. Just tell me what you heard, and I won’t blame you for anything else!" Brittany was impatient and was notorious for her temper in the entertainment industry. She would have been exposed long ago if she were not popular enough and did not have a family to back her up. Even so, some haters would sometimes reveal rumors about her, but her brother, Brandon Oakley, would suppress them. Just like now, Brittany had just yelled at her assistant, who came to the dressing room to check on her because she was anxious about the news she had heard. "