Spell Brittany Novels & Stories

Brittany shakes her head. “Why was she so concerned about me?” I asked. Brittany smiles and shakes her head, “Oblivious. You really are.” “Oblivious to what?!” She laughs, “You don’t have a lot of experience with guys, do you?” What does that have to do with anything? “Um, no, but why does that concern that girl or her sister?” “Oh, just because,” she smirks, popping a chunk of cheesebread into her mouth.

“As I am sure you are aware, Lycan’s can choose a mate. Although we can and do have fated mates, we can choose for ourselves. Britty has always been a passionate one, she studied at Cambridge University for architectural history and has been working with a human friend of ours for the past couple years renovating castles throughout Europe and the Med. She has always dreamed of a fated mate, always been one to believe in fairy tales. However, Bridgette is two and twenty now, and was, up until recently, my heir.” “What do you mean was you heir?” I asked calmly, truly enthralled about getting more information on my mate. “When she left Scotland, it was because of me. I had scheduled a ball in w

Only soldiers, servants and landlords in the lord's service could rent it. Why is the Barony of Stewart so rich if its agricultural taxes are so low? Brittany is a peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, with only the east connected to the mainland. Both the fleets of the Iberian kingdom heading north in the south and the Flemish and Dutch fleets heading south in the north must stop at Brittany's ports for supplies. The Barony of Stewart has an excellent port, the Port of Salzo. The Rance flows from north to south into the Bay of Biscay. As it nears the sea, the terrain forms a large lake, where the port of Salzo is located.

Who the hell would come to our house at this hour of the night? Abbey nods and says, "She told me her name is Brittany." "Brittany?" Alessandro inquires. "Brittany's, we don't know any. Please tell her to get off our property." "Sir, yes." She responds as she prepares to return outside. "Wait, does she have a mole above her lip?" Luca asks before she can turn around. "It's pretty dark outside, but with the little light that was shining, yes, sir, I believe she has one." She responds with a shrug of her shoulders.

Brittany looked like she was about to move, but she waited for Cassie's permission. "Can I fuck her mommy?" Brittany asked.

Instead, I offered her the safest excuse. "I had a lot on my plate," I said. Mirabel frowned, as if she didn’t quite believe me, but before she could ask more, a sharp voice cut through the hallway. "Mirabel!" We both turned toward the sound. Brittany stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her lips curled in disdain. "You’ll have plenty of time to chat with your slave-ass queen after work. I can't believe she's back here after cruising the whole of London with Mr. Giordano. Get over here now you!"

Brittany barged in, looking at her surrounding before uttering the first word that came to mind. "Oh shit!".

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

"Brittany!" She flinched looking at me. "J..Ji..Jia.." Brittany was the most troubled girl in the school. She always kept to herself, never made friends and was always scared of something. I had tried to talk to her many times but she never reciprocated. She was bullied by everyone at school. She is Jake's mate? I looked at her hand. "What happened? Are you ok?" I asked with concern "Ya..ya I..I am ok. I..I just fell." She stuttered keeping her things back in her bag

"Brittany is like my sister! She's good at finding men, men like Kevin are better left in the trash. Right, Britt?" Brittany's eyeballs rolled lazily. She chuckled, then folded her arms across her chest. "Come on, Nic. I just had an accident. Who would want a handicapped woman like me, hm? Even that hunk Noel wouldn't want to see me in this condition." Nicholas' eyebrows knitted together, he looked at Brittany suspiciously. "You... called Noel a hunk? Really?" "He's never even been on a date, Nic." Brittany smirked, secretly hoping that Noel wouldn't catch on to what she was saying. "She should be taught a lesson. But... he's not going to want to see a handicapped girl like me."