Scraps X Brightney Novels & Stories

Makeup and beauty products were neatly organized on top of the vanity. Once Jenny was seated, the woman continued her examination, fluffing Jenny's hair. "What's your name, sweets?" she asked. Jenny hesitated. "Jenny," she replied quietly. The woman hummed in response, seemingly unfocused on the name. "You're in good hands, girly, the best in all of Bloody Sapphire." Jenny shifted uncomfortably as the woman draped a black cape over her, securing it behind her neck. "Name's Britney."

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

Chapter 15. Cordelia, Anita, Donald and Sofia were sitting together and discussing how they could get counter measures for the ants. "If only we could just get bug spray. This would have been so much easier." Anita sighed as she made a frustrated expression. She was the most frustrated even though she wasn't exactly doing anything to help solve the problem at the moment, but she just hated sitting down in one place with nothing to do. She wasn't the critical thinker type, she just preferred action.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

I hadn’t expected their cruelty, nor how easily they dismissed their own Alpha’s safety, as if it meant nothing at all. As the sounds of the cafeteria swallowed them, my thoughts shifted to Grace’s letter, the one that had brought me into these woods and into this storm. I scanned the room, hoping for a glimpse of her, but there was nothing. Just the same empty hope I had every day. When I stepped into Adrian’s quarters, I wasn’t prepared for what I found. The room smelled of whiskey and exhaustion, the air heavy with silence. Adrian sat slumped in a chair, his head in his hand, surrounded by bottles scattered across the table like evidence of a losing battle.

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

“Sir, the opening bid is strictly fixed at ten-” “I know exactly what the opening bid is, lady,” Anthony Scarfo barks, erupting into a loud, mocking laugh that echoes off the gilded ceiling. He gestures carelessly toward the screen. “But that rusty piece of garbage metal isn't worth a dime of that. But hey, since it’s a charity event, I’ll be generous and offer you a hundred bucks for the scrap.”

It was a reason to smile. “Yes,” she said. “Maybe six?” “I’ll get ‘em,” Scars said. “We have a bunch of boxes from a big alcohol delivery before the New Year that we haven’t recycled yet. I’ll grab a few.” “Thanks,” Jo said. “Thank you, all of you. Would you pass that on to Ice too? He left before I got the chance.” “You know it, sweetheart,” Scars said as he walked out the door. “I’ll meet you guys behind Satan’s. You need the bar delivery van, Silver? Or you’ll take the cage from The Garage?”

he winks and he leaves You guessed right , crystal blushed to deep to her hair roots [END OF FLASHBACK] Scarlett giggles " mi girl is so lovesick " " Stop it, I just have an ordinary crush on him " she said pouting Scarlett raises her hand in the air " crush it is ... No objections " she said smirking and heads to her cubicle " Crazy girl " Crystal said blushing One hour later , Scarlett is typing the cash flow statement she has to submit today on her computer, her manger ' Thomas' tapped on her table