Brittney Atwood Novels & Stories

Athena said, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s fine. I don’t like the attention so I cover up the dark circles and bags.” She said, shrugging. “As for why I’m acting like Martha Stewart. Those kids up there deserve as normal of a life as possible.” Bridgette went back to assembling her potato salad. She dusted some paprika on the top and then put a lid on it. She hefted the large bowl up into her arms and then put it in the refrigerator. After closing the door she topped off her coffee and they went to her office.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

I move my fingertip in a circular motion over my clit for only a moment or two before the climax hits. “Oh, Daddy!” I cry, thinking of Micah, then slip a finger into myself and then another. A few hours later, I’m on my knees by the coffee table at Tiffany’s house. We all roll dice, turn a spinner, move gameboard pieces and laugh like crazy. It really feels like we’re all little girls again, and the strangest thing about it all is that I know the three women I’m with are powerhouses. Brittney works for a senator, and she’s so good at her job that he lets her work from home.

Moore quite like you. Laura shot her look and replied, "Cut it out. I'm heading to Valor Law Firm this afternoon. I'll write the article myself this time. And of course, I'll take the lion's share of the bonus." Britney clasped her hands together. "I'm totally fine with that! But there's one thing…" Noticing her hesitation, Laura asked, "What is it?" Britney's cheeks turned red. Her voice dropped as she said, "Well, guess what? When I went to interview Mr. Moore yesterday, I ran into an old high school classmate. He's changed so much since then! He's even working as Mr. Moore's assistant now."

"Britney needs someone to care for her, and that's where Sharon comes in. I’m doing her a favor, really." He narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. "And what exactly is Sharon supposed to do for Britney?" Still smiling, I explained, "As you know, Britney can’t speak or move. I want to recreate the video I received on the day I was arrested for Tony’s supposed death. You know the one—Tony in bed with someone else." Troy’s expression shifted, darkening.

Friendzone her. "Rita, why are you sitting at the last?" Suddenly two females come in our line, eyeing between me and Rita. "Shelly, this is Ethan. Today is his first day and session in our office.” Her friends sit beside her while passing their flirtatious smiles to me. Oh, no... I am already allergic to bitches. Not today Satan. I'll do your rituals every weekend, but not today, please. "Hi Ethan, I am-" Her petite voice sinks below the loud noise coming from the crowd, all reporters rush towards the gate like an orgasm. I try to get up from the chair to see who entered.

Not Hayden, standing there so cold and controlled, tearing Hilda apart in front of the world. Not the way his voice had cracked as he said he lived with regret every day. Briella’s throat burned. She didn’t know why her heart clenched the way it did, this wasn’t her battle, not anymore. She wasn’t the one on that stage. She wasn’t the one he held by the hand. And yet… she couldn’t look away. The livestream comments blurred in her vision. *&CEO Linford arrested his fiancée LIVE… this is insane.**

"I heard that Mr. Jackson, and I take offense." Mr. Jackson flipped Brittany off. She’s my coworker, and the only other employee besides my supervisor. She laughed and went back to cleaning the tables. She’s Goth, with a million piercings in each ear. And even though our supervisor Rosette keeps telling her to stop wearing black lipstick, Brittany would wear it anyway and say it's not lipstick, it's her natural lip color. Everything was going great until Natalie walked in, and I nearly had a stroke when I saw who was walking in behind her.

Still, it was only a hunch. She excused herself to use the bathroom, but deliberately took her time. While she was away, Taylor noticed Selena’s tablet and caught sight of the design. She picked it up and showed it to Riley, who was equally impressed. Selena watched them from a distance. When Taylor finally put the tablet down, Selena returned to the table. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect the bathrooms to be so busy.” It was the weekend, after all. Both siblings nodded, but Selena noticed they were busy texting each other. They could hardly have been more obvious.

“We met at a Sedona retreat. She introduced me to oat milk matcha and meditation with crystals.” “Hi, guys!” Britney chirps, waving. “I convinced her to wear the red dress. You’re welcome.” The comments flood in. > OMG you two are gorge. > Brit looks like a model! > What lipstick is that? > omg harper u look glowing is britney single? asking for my brother that shade of lipstick on u >>> We keep it light—makeup, fashion, feminism, our fake retreat in Sedona—and when I sign off, I toss the camera a wink and a champagne toast.