Chipettes Brittany Miller Novels & Stories

I giggled. “Let him,” she replied, giggling too. “At least we could contribute something for the good cause,” I remarked, to which she agreed. But deep inside me, I was anxious. I’m hoping the guy who will win me is at least respectful. I heard number eight next. Trixie approached me. “Get ready, darling. You’re next,” she reminded me. “Bethany Miller, 24,” the MC said, and I got more and more anxious.

I rolled my eyes at him then, but secretly, I liked the peace. I pushed the cart down the snack aisle, humming to myself, picking out what Ryder called “my guilty pleasures.” Chips. Chocolate. Peach soda. The simple things that made life feel like mine again. I was halfway through comparing cereal boxes when a familiar voice sliced through the calm. “Well, well, if it isn’t Tessa Morgan.” I froze. That voice… it was like nails on glass. I turned slowly, and there she was — Brittany Hayes, flanked by her two shadows, Kira and Madison.

I repeat, my voice clearer now, “you're not going to kill me.” Silence. It spreads through the room like something tangible, something that shifts the balance just enough to make them uncomfortable, to make them rethink their position. “Don't test that,” the first one snaps, stepping forward again, his patience clearly running thin. “I'm not,” I reply, my tone calm, almost bored. “I'm stating a fact.” He grabs my chin suddenly, forcing my head up, his grip tightened enough to hurt, but I don't react the way he wants me to, I don't flinch, don't pull away, I just look at him, steady, unshaken.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

After a moment, she stood up and went to the restroom to check if her lipstick was smudged. Soon, a striking and radiant figure appeared ahead—Brittany had arrived. Her luxury car had stopped outside the restaurant. Brittany hadn't waited for her assistants; she came in on her own, eager to see her daughter. Today, Brittany wore a vivid red dress. Her lips were a deep crimson, her black hair glossy and flowing, like a fierce rose in full bloom, thorny and proud. Time had left no trace on her—though she was in her forties, she looked no older than a woman in her twenties. As she walked through the room, all eyes were drawn to her.

Bethany responds, holding it above her head. “Give it to me!” Millicent yells and shoves Bethany backwards. Well, a good shove might do the job. Stumbling backwards, Bethany falls into an occupied table for two, taking the table and chairs along with her. People gasp, phones are out and recording… “Millicent, what did I do to you? Just because you called your fans puppets, you are taking that anger out on me now?” Millicent freezes, completely aware that this is the real video that she came there to shoot…

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

I ask leaning back into my chair and admiring her. "You're not all that bad looking, although you could use a light trim"she replied indicating a scissor with her fingers, right on her forehead. "Never had the time, would you care to?" I ask suggestively, her eyes watched me, sure enough to notice a joking tone. "I could, no harm trimming a pup, I could use the charity"Camila says lifting her glass to her lips and sipping her champagne. My lips part in amazement, I don't know if it's the fact that she referred to me as an animal, or the way she referred, she said is so swiftly and smoothly, leaving only room for amazement.

Laughing and rolling on the ground. “Yeah, she's going to kill him,, ha-ha.” This big guy with red hair. Chuckling. “That’s Brittany fellas. She is a mean bitch president of her sorority house, they are smart bitches. But freaking hot. We love the nerdy girls with big glasses and tits. But Wayne wants her,, we do not know why.” She is a virgin,, just like the rest of the girls.”