Chipettes Brittany Miller Novels & Stories

Ronnie asked, the moment we slid into our chairs. I shrugged. “I guess… “Oh my goddess Glinda, you can be so slow sometimes you know. Mila from the cheerleading team just smiled at you, she doesn't do smiles!” Taking a big bite out of my burger and munching on it crazily, I asked. “What does this have to do with anything, Ronnie?” She smacked her forehead and I giggled. Gosh, she was too dramatic. “Mila is a cheerleader! The only one who's ever hated the so- called Queen, Cressida.”

“I don’t fucking care. You look hot. I look good and I want you in my arms.” “Damn! Are you competing with Dwayne for the most arrogant man at the Prom?” I shook my head, “He beats me hands down, because he’s so fucking vain!” I pulled her closer as we watched Dwayne thinking that he was Justin Timberlake and I don’t know who the hell Chanel thought she was as she was jumping up and down on the floor; although possibly Taylor Swift. There were similarities between the two of them. “How the fuck does she jump like that in her heels?”

she says with a shrug, prompting all four of us to laugh even harder. "Don't worry about it," Max eventually says, draping his arm around Brittany's shoulders and guiding her away from us. "Let's head to ATO first; I heard they're kicking off the night with Kendrick Lamar hits." "Can't we go to Sig Chi first?" Brittany practically pleads, stopping Max in his tracks. "I heard they're doing a tribute to Metallica." "Yeah, but they're starting with Lulu, which is-" Max starts to explain, but Brittany cuts him off.

Millie pouted at Natalie's sarcastic remarks. As she scrolled to the bottom of the chat, she saw many people asking for verification. Everyone was curious about the gossip, especially since it involved someone they knew. Thus, Millie replied, "Yes, I know her." Soon, the group chat erupted with excitement. They were astonished to discover that Millie actually knew Butterfly. Elijah: "Everyone on the internet says Butterfly is an AI." Millie: "Nope. She's a young woman."

“No man will ever want a fat waste like you!” Betty’s mother's voice echoed. Betty Thompson had just one job, dress the bride, get paid, and go home. She didn’t expect to fall on her face and get humiliated for being plus sized. She didn't expect the bride to disappear before the vows. And she definitely didn't expect Kelvin Kosh, the coldest, richest, most terrifying man in the city to grab her waist, kiss her in front of everyone, and say four words that changed her life forever. "She is my bride.” Kelvin needed a wife for a year to secure his company while his deteriorating health a secret. Now Betty was trapped in a loveless marriage and in-laws who looked at her like she

That I was just as trapped, wonderfully trapped, as they were. "What do you want?" Cassie asked. I didn't speak. I was sitting right next to Brittany, our legs dangling off the side of the bed, her thigh was touching mine. As you know, I am a cheerleader, and a flyer. I am very flexible. I lifted the leg closet to Brittany, and spread it out. I lifted it so that it sort of soared right over Brittany's head. Brittany's eyes looked between my spread legs and she must've smelled my delicate scent. But then my leg went around her back. I sort of scooted over. Now I was sitting behind Brittany, my legs sort of wrapped around her and my cock pressed against her back. But I was done. I quickly push

Brittany ignored the comment and continued, “She started formal ballet training at age six, performed in her first lead role at twelve, and earned a prestigious invitation to study in Paris at fifteen.” I let out a low whistle. “Okay, that’s… a lot.” “You’ll need to memorize all of it,” Brittany said firmly. “Where she danced, with whom, when. Her favorite ballet is swan lake. Her favorite flower is white peonies. She’s allergic to shellfish but not peanuts. She doesn’t like cilantro, and she hates the smell of strong perfume.” “I already forgot half of that,” I said, blinking. “Then you’ll study it again. And again. Until you don’t.”

His gaze switched to Brittany as his lips held a gracious smile. That literally made me scoff within myself. Brittany chuckled quietly for a brief moment, that even I was forced to glance at her. Then she said, “I'm Brittany Miller, the first daughter of the Anderson's and as you know, I recently got married to my darling husband here.” She clung to my right arm as she trailed off in her sentence. “So, there's really not much to know about me.” She concluded with a small smile. “Wow! Mr. Miller, you really did an impressive job in selecting a wife.”

asked Jasmine who suddenly became nervous. Anya shook her head weakly, she took the cigarette that was in her mouth and threw it away. Anya shifted her seat so she could sit opposite Jasmine. "Listen, this guy called Steven, he is pretty crazy, he'll make you wear whatever he brings. His fetish is really weird, and if you don't give in, he'll throw a tantrum and maybe even beat you up." Jasmine froze upon hearing Anya's story. Is the world of the night that scary?

"So I've heard. Our pack doesn't really have connections with that pack. Alpha Tate had only been there that day to meet him since he's a fairly new alpha- only been in for two years." "That's smart. When his daughter, Jamie, becomes alpha this pack with really not want to have ties with them. She's the biggest slut on the planet as far as I'm concerned," I said seriously, taking a sip of my beverage. Cleo chuckled. "I'm sure. Most Alpha kids are, I mean look at Tate," she blurted out. I know I should've been upset but I had already known that, although it did sting. As if just realizing what she said, Cleo's eyes went wide. "Shit Channing I'm sorry I-"