Santana And Brittany Novels & Stories

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

"What are you doing here, Brittany?" She looked at me from under her eyelashes, trying to seduce me with an innocent look. She was not fooling me, I knew that she had been passed around by all the men, willingly. "I don't know what you are talking about...alpha." I scoffed at her remark. "I already know that you have slept with almost every male wolf here, so stop the games. I am not now, nor will I ever be interested in you!" She was about to say something when she was interrupted by Blane, my right-hand man. "Brittany, I do believe that you have over stayed your welcome. Leave...now!"

" Ohh ... Uhh... Fuck! I'm Cumming. I ... Ohh shit! " I nearly gasp but held on. No Doubt, my roommate Keach is masturbating Right now. Great! That makes two of us. I walk away from the restroom where the moan is coming from then sat down on the chair that was at a corner. Finally Keach walk into the room. I turn around to take in her appearance. She is a beautiful blonde lady with long thin legs. So fair and smooth. Tattoos were drawn around her breast down to her arms. " Dahlia? " She asked with a grinned and I nodded. " Oh damn! Look how beautiful you are. Guys and girls will drool at your beauty. I'm Keach "

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana’s messenger asked me who I was, and for some reason, she reminded me of Senator Cruz. I was a tad bit disappointed by that. “Enzo Moretti. Who are you?” I replied, just as unfazed by her smugness. Isa stood beside me. She wasn’t at ease. I could see how worried and uncomfortable this situation with her mum made her. “I’m Brittany,” she said. “I’m here because her mum sent me.” Brittany pointed at me. “So now, tell me, who are you to Isa?”

Skin enveloped by sweat, eyes hypnotised by the dent of desire. “Z… Zane. What the fuck are you doing?” “Shut up” he cut me off. “You're gonna fuck up my rhythm.” “But you're…” “I said shut up!” He spared me a glance, thrusting into her. “I'm gonna come” she cried. I spared her a glance, and for the life of me, something about her face was familiar. I… I knew her. “Go ahead Brittany. You've got my permission.” Brittany! I did know her.

Santini wouldn't ban him for 'personal' reasons. Dante was sitting on the long couch in the private lounge. While standing on stage, through my cat mask, I glared at his smug face. “No!” I snapped at him. “We'll never dance for you again!” “Are you nuts?” Nyx, whose real name was Brittany, whispered to me. “Get out of here, Dante.” I hissed at him. “Come back when you show respect for women.” Santini burst into the lounge. “What the fuck is going on here?”

My jaw drops before everyone San starts laughing. “I love your little booty, babe.” The song starts playing. “I’m going to kill him,” Santana shouts and storms off into the crowd. “Should we go after her?” I turn to Kenya and Sam and ask. “Nope, whatever she does to him, he will deserve,” Samantha replies. I nod, agreeing. We continue dancing for an hour, and Santana has not returned. I head over to Zayne feeling a bit tired, so I climb into his lap. “Tired, my love?” I mumble yes and nestle into his neck as he rubs my back. Zayne groans loudly.

“Me too.” I recognized the voices. It was Bianca and Betty – Brittany's minions. I wondered who they were talking about. “She's so infuriating. She acts like everybody's beneath her. We are supposed to be friends but–” “She treats us like we're her puppets.” Bianca cut in, completing her sentence. They both let out groans. Brittany. They were talking about Brittany. I could have bet that they were standing before the mirror, touching up their makeup as they talked about her. I wondered where their puppet master was, that they were here badmouthing her.

she said. “And I wonder, where is your man, been here a while and I haven’t seen him, is he so ashamed to be seen with you,” I said and I could see her eyes lit with rage. “Don’t you dare,” she spat out as I smirk, “Don’t she dare what,” a voice said as both of us turned to the approaching figure of Sabrina, the smile was wiped from my face as she appeared before me. “Oh Sabrina!, you came,” Britney said and I stood in shock, they knew each other, and my eyes widened as Sabrina hugged Britney.