Courtney Bradford Novels & Stories

The attendant tells me causing me to curse almost immediately. "Fuck you." "Language, Leaxandra." Quinn mumbles followed by Claude and Hyde's whispers. "Luna, that's..." "That means she's either offended or pissed." "I apologize, my lady." Beau sighs, "You are allowed to tour any part of the castle for now. As I am certain that the Alpha wouldn't want her ladyship to get involved with this matter as well since we will be discussing the incident that happened seven years ago." As though a nerve ticked in his thick skull, Quinn immediately dismissed me at all costs. What I meant by that was the way he talked me out of the place like I'm some sort of trash just to keep me out. I should have kno

Her presence was the sole reason why every other person were right there in the room- Courtney Richardson, The CEO of Citadel's, who had an indifferent expression on her beautiful and sharp-featured, yet attractively mature face. She wore a black chiffon shirt under her brown jacket, with matching pants that fitted her long legs perfectly. The red butterfly tat slightly above the collar of her shirt was uncovered by her brown hair which she tied into a neat bun. Her deep green eyes watched through the fitting thin golden-framed glasses sitting above her nose bridge perfectly as the man in front made his analysis on the data projected on the screen.

He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business. Courtney is a fire-cracker with very wavy light red hair, light golden eyes, slim figure and stands tall at 5’5”. Her porcelain skin is decorated in freckles. She is the flirty type and loves to mingle. Courtney never backs down from a challenge and is the type to take on a group of guys in a game of pool and will take all their money, playing innocent. In reality, she was an orphan, her parents were killed when she was little and has always taken care of herself. I ran into her as she pick-pocketed my brother and caught her in the act. He let her live as I took responsibility for her life. We were both around sixteen as

Blonde hair in a braid crown with flowers, makeup flawless, with an entourage following behind her. Yes, Courtney Van Cunt had just entered the cottage. And Amber could already feel the atmosphere shifting. It was clear by the looks passed between Lucinda and Leo, the bitch had not been invited. To make matters worse than her crashing the shower, was Courtney had brought a fucking photographer with her. No fucking lie. A photographer and another man who pulled a wagon full of presents because Courtney couldn’t possibly do something like that herself. They were lucky she was doing something as peasant like as walking and not being carried across the threshold.

Sebastian sat at a table not far from the spot where Cynthia was holding a meeting with a man who looked like a typical CEO. She had earlier walked in and sat down with and air of elegance and aloofness, completely different from the fragile girl in the gossip news a day ago. She wore a bold blackberry colored off shoulder gown that stopped just beneath her knees, her golden hair was tied up in a slick low ponytail and her makeup was minimalist and chick. She put on black Prada heels to compliment her look ,

"I just said that Jeff wants to recover Miss Kourtney." "Who are you fooling, Jeff is the president of Howard Group, surrounded by beautiful women, would he genuinely like Kourtney?" "Believe it or not, Jeff has never had another woman before he met Miss Kourtney. So far, there is and has been only one woman, Miss Kourtney." Andy had been annoyed the last few days that Kourtney had been emotionally out of control a lot lately. Intuition told him that Kourtney was upset because of the breakup. These two were both in love with each other, but they refused to admit it.

I ask trying to sound like I care. "Sheila Bradford, the woman who took out the lawsuit. I'm code-naming her BF for big foot. She's at least a foot taller than Terry. You have no idea what the past few days have been like. He's like a little boy with a plastic pumpkin filled with candy. I think this is loooooove."

She was on her phone talking to one of her friends and wouldn't keep it down, my earphones did no good, because she was extra loud today. Sighing, I closed my journal and my planner. I moved from the floor to the couch, I really thought that I was going to be free from her today, but I was left home with her, Chef was out doing grocery shopping, I had begged him to take me but he refused to, said he didn't want to lose me in the crowd. "Oh come on Tiffany, you know I'll win best dressed" Quinn says biting into an apple, I'm surprised she even remembered those.

Shea groaned and said, “They would.” “Just our luck,” Addy said, sighing as she shook her head. “I told you it was popular,” Cort said, leaning forward to be heard across the table. “Even those people have heard of it.” “Either that, or they were close enough to hear you talking about it since I’ve never seen them here before,” Bradford said. Shea glared at him and asked, “Were you looking?” Bradford held his hands up in surrender and said, “I like to people-watch. I can’t help it. It fascinates me.”

She was touched by his thoughtfulness and kindness. She was falling in love with him. He was older than her and she couldn't care less. As Chantelle admired the flowers, she couldn't help but think about how much she missed Delcan. She missed his touch, his voice, and his smile. She felt like a piece of her was missing when he wasn't around. She longed for the days when they would sit together, talk for hours, and laugh until their sides hurt. She knew that eventually, he would be back home, she would cherish the memories they had shared and the bond they had formed.