Brittany Williams Book Novels & Stories

Instead he kept Weston's wife alive and didn't hurt her at all. “You killed Weston and those people viciously. You're a monster!" “They deserve it, Lexie. They were all evil monsters who had corrupted an innocent woman like Teressa. Even now you're spoiled after Rafe fucked you." “Brittany and I are different. You can't even use an excuse like that to justify your actions. After all, Brittany is no longer a little girl who can't make her own choices. She's the one who chose to be with Rafe and turned into a cheap woman like you said."

Brittany cried. “Now look… you left and she’s still accusing him of assault!” Lora scolded her. Brittany took to her heels without care about her disheveled state she got into a taxi and asked to be dropped off at the police station. When she got there a swarm of reporters run in her direction. “Mrs. Williams what do you have to say about your husband’s situation with his family,” one reporter asked. “Mrs. Williams would you say you were oblivious to what was happening…”

Yet, was it worse than the entire Academy—and Daniel—reading the raw, obsessive rot in her book? “I don't have until the next lunar cycle,” Britany pressed. “Give me your choice.” It was a jagged dilemma. If she confessed to Lucas, she would be shredded by his rejection. The humiliation would ripple through the pack, reaching Daniel’s ears. But the book… the book was undeniable proof of her past madness. “Fine, Britany. I’ll do it. But you hand over the scroll the moment it’s done. And you keep your tongue silent forever,” Emily whispered, her soul feeling hollow.

No one steals my food without me going all Ninja! "He didn't come?" Brittany's voice came from behind me. I turned and saw her entering the room with a bunch of papers in her hand. Her zipper hanging on her shoulder. I snorted. "Obviously not and if he doesn't come in the next 5 minutes, I am personally going snap his neck in two." She grinned. "Oh yeah? You can barely snap a twig in two." I glared at her. "I can." She rolled her eyes as she put the papers on a table. "He's probably reluctant because you are a girl."

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."

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

"There's nothing left to find—I made sure of it, but he was thorough. Professional. This wasn't some casual inquiry." "Thank you for letting me know." After I hung up, I stared at the ceiling tiles and tried to calculate my next move. If Jason was digging this deep, how long before he uncovered the truth? How long before he realized Vanessa Harper and Laila were the same person? The door to my room slammed open before I could gather my thoughts. "You conniving little bitch." Brittany. She stood framed in the doorway like some unhinged angel of vengeance, her silver gown crumpled, mascara streaked down her cheeks, hair once perfect now wild around her face. If her intention was to look terrif

Brittany commented, sitting at the table with her coffee, her eyes glued to her phone. I understood how uncomfortable this situation was for her—after all, they were cousins. I knew she didn’t want to take sides, and I understood her love for both of us—even if I could bet her love for her childhood best friend was just a little stronger than for me. And I got it; their story was beautiful, and I wished I hadn’t imposed so many limits on Richard. Maybe I could’ve had the pleasure of meeting her earlier. I just sighed. I had no answer. All I knew was that, from the way Richard was acting, he wouldn’t stop until he had me in the palm of his hand. He was relentless, and his pursuit of the truth

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."

All the work will be done by then. Brittany is off her laptop at last, sitting between Isabelle and me with a glass of wine, telling us about her plans for Christmas. She is trying to decide if she wants to take a mini-mester class to lighten her last semester at school, but she would only be home for about a week for Christmas if she did that. I know it’s because she just wants to spend time with her professor friend, but I keep my opinions about the matter to myself, especially with Chris on the other side of the fire, watching her like a hawk.