Chipettes Brittany Miller Novels & Stories

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.”

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

"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-"

Brittany songs are faced towards Saison and says in a b***** tone"why do you say'how do you say' "she scoffs. Saison Just watches her. "Jennifer Mcminnimen says you're not even from France. You are from Montreal." Besides me, Rebecca show does I already shaking as she tries to suppress and laugh. Her face is already beet red. Her reaction is so cute and adorable. She runs a tongue over a bottom lip, then gives me the phone as I shoulda and now she can visibly, making it hard for me to watch

Sloane chimes in childing Isla softly, but the underlining meaning was loud and clear. " How dare you, you Half-ling!" Brittany burst out with anger, she step forward, her hand raise to slap Sloane on her cheek. " STOP!" I say using my Alpha voice. The whole audience gasps as she freezes, her hand that was raised, gives a slight shimmer, showing the silver under her false nails. " You bitch!" Isla exclaimed angrily as she sees the nails. " I always knew she was after Xavier" Wyatt whispers. Soft chattering erupted as Brittany's vicious plan is revealed.

I bite my lip, waiting. Then the DJ announces a private dance for one of the VIPs. Brittany blows a kiss to the crowd and saunters toward the private rooms. I follow quietly, heart pounding with dark excitement. I position myself near the half-open door, hidden in the shadows, veil hiding my smirk. Inside, Brittany starts the private show. She dances seductively for the rich older client, turning, bending, teasing. She spins, drops into a squat, then rises slowly. The strap snaps.

”, Celine asked. Sebastian took out his phone squinted his eyes and read. “Chanel Brittany Aston, aged twenty-seven, second daughter of William and Bethany Aston. She lives in New York City. Unemployed. Graduate from Princeton with a bachelor’s degree in communication.” Sebastian said. “Do you know her?” As soon as she heard Chanel, Celine began grinding her teeth. That little bitch. Wasn’t it enough that she ruined her marriage? “I know her.”, Celine said flatly.

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.

“And now, gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for. Performing her last dance for a while, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexiest being since the dawn of creation, the electrifying and hypnotic American siren; Miss Cherry.” One final time, Marcus announced me to my audience and just like always, it got me so excited. The DJ was playing my latest track and it was titled “Fire Cracker” because that was one of the many things I saw myself as. Tonight was my final performance in a while so like a firecracker, I intended to go out with a bang.

Somebody had even filmed the bold statement Brittany made and posted it online. In just one hour, the number of clicks on the link exceeded one million. And the number of clicks just kept increasing and the link ended up on the list of trending topics. Back in the Assex family’s place. After Claire Assex was slapped three times by a security guard and thrown out, she sprained her foot. Now, she sat on the couch while she applied medicinal oil on her bruise. Beatrice Assex, on the other hand, was bored. She was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly saw a message and she leaped out of her seat.