Preston And Brianna Novels & Stories

I smiled thinking it would be nice to do something like that. "It will be in the woods still but I randomly came across it one day." Brian said telling me about a little cabin he said we could use to have some time away from the castle. We talked about our plans and that we would be leaving tomorrow. I took a hot shower while Brian went hunting again. I got dressed in pants and black top with a camoflage jacket and a bow and arrow and a hunting knife. I went outside looking for Brian. I found him looking at a couple of people. A man and woman. I got my arrow ready when I snuck up behind him and managed to shoot both of the people. Brian quickly spun aroundand saw that it was me who shot them

“But explaining your presence to your brother required some—” “Tact?” “Patience.” Of which, Preston had rapidly run out. Rather than placating Brian, he had found himself delivering f a few hope truths. He had pointed out that the show of concern for his sister’s welfare, as touching as it was, had kicked in pretty late in the day, and for the record, he did not need to be told that Beatrice was not like the girls he normally dated. As for what she was doing I'm my apartment, he had left Brain in no doubt that it was none of his damn business.

She walked over to us and hugged me for a while before hugging Brent, too. “Where’s Krizzie?” I asked when a quick inspection told me that Krizzie was not around. Briana waved her hand. “She’s being prepped in the other room with my children. Come on, let’s do this.” Briana beckoned to the man and woman. “This is Carlo Bianchi and his wife, Carol. They will help you with your hair, make-up, and dress.” “Are we going to have a fancy wedding?” I asked Brent, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

Many people who must have known Preston's true identity know that he never does love, he merely plays with whoever he finds interesting and when he gets tired of them, he discards them like trash. But ever since meeting Lenora, he knew she wasn't just interesting. She is different! By the time he walked out of the room, he found out that Lenora was done eating breakfast and was operating on a laptop. “What do you say your friend's name is, again?” Preston halted on his step at her question. “Rhian Hayes.” Her jaw dropped. “What?!!! Like, Rhian Hayes? The freakishly rich billionaire from the four most formidable families in Harithon? Holy shit,! Why the hell did you not tell me?!!”

They were beaming like crazy and it was contagious. After half an hour, Mike Trivino finally arrived at our table, his date following him behind. “Hey. I believe you already met Brianna”, he informed us. H.ell no! Brianna was wearing a pink strapless mini dress that it was so tight, it seemed that it was sewed on her. She is actually pretty, but it is very hard to tell under that heavy makeup and fake eyelashes. “Hello Hank. Hi Matt”, she practically purred, completely ignoring Michelle and me. Which is pretty stupid, considering that, in the past, she asked us to help her get a job for her sister where we work.

The Ioa held me back it wasn’t just them though I didn’t want to tell her she didn’t have choices anymore. “Who is on today’s calendar?” She asked before downing a glass of room-temperature water and her morning dose of Advil. She was losing weight again. I shook my head pulling out the tablet before me “Priest Osbourne of the west district is on your breakfast agenda,” Brianna rolled her eyes. The idea of pretending to entertain nuptial proposals made her blood boil. She always put them for breakfast and had them turned down by lunch always using the rage she suppressed for the more sinister parts of her job after lunch and before dinner. Just like the day she walked out of the bathroom aft

Her hair was done in a loose French braid that wrapped over her shoulder. Bronx had on a black suit and tie with his hair gelled back. Honestly, he looked like a future CEO and had the confidence to back it up. Brianna wore a beautiful lavender wraparound dress that flared out at her knees. Little silver flats worked perfectly because she was already fairly tall. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. They all stood where we placed their names on the stage. You could tell that they were nervous, but their pack pride shone through everything. I gave them a genuine smile because they were very important to me and to us.

Brianna said "What's your name?" Tristan asked "Brianna Peters sir. Is there any other thing I can help you with sir." Brianna asked "No." Tristan replied firmly "Okay sir. I'll be in my office incase you need anything." Brianna said before leaving his office.

"You look really familiar. Are you at Branston High? Maybe you know my brother?" "Yeah I'm in year eight. Who's your brother?" "Oh same as him, Shane Woodson, do you know him?" The smile falls from her face immediately and she takes a step back towards the stairs. "Yeah, I know Shane Woodson." She gives a wry laugh and disappears upstairs without another word. "That was weird." Nathan leans over and whispers to me. "Right. Clearly not a fan of my brother." We all chat quietly, well almost all of us, Jake is stoic as usual, while we wait for Kim to come out and swap with Eleanor who looks about ready to faint.

Slowly, everyone’s attention shifted away as they returned to their work. Mr. Adrian rolled his eyes and stood up, clearing his throat loudly to command the room’s attention. It worked instantly, and the chatter stopped. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I’d like to introduce someone to you all. She’s been here for a few days now. Her name is Brianna Jackson, and as some of you may already know, she’s my personal assistant. She’ll be joining us for today’s meeting. I hope you’ll welcome her and work well with her,” he announced. I stood up shyly, waving at the room. Some people greeted me warmly, while others shot me jealous glares. The jealousy was mostly from the women in the room, like