Spell Brittany Novels & Stories

“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

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!"

Ronnie had that kind of power…when she spoke like this, people actually listened. But not everyone. From the back row, a sharp voice cut through the quiet. “Oh please, Ronnie. Stop acting like a saint.” It was Brittany, one of the girls who used to smile at me in the hallways. She used to talk about how she loved the triangle between the brothers and me and how she would never stop rooting for us but now her face has twisted into something beastly and hateful. “You’re only defending ‘Clitdna’ because she’s your friend. If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t care. Don’t act like you’re better than the rest of us. Your friend is a cheap slut who forgot her place and she should be…

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."

I say, proud of myself for not stuttering although my legs were threatening to give way from any moment. "And I don't want to talk to you " he sneered Brittany shot a triumphant look at me , looking all too pleased "Did you hear that ugly face? He doesn't want to talk you " she mimicked in a high pitched tone and they all laughed...... "Did you hurt him?" He cocked his jaw to an angle as if deciding if to answer my question or not... "Maybe I did , maybe not..." I clenched my fists tightly and repeated more forcefully this time

Ashley said scowling. What in hell!!!! "It’s just ridiculous how Xavier is losing his taste and going for likes of you.” Brittany said eying me like I am below her. “Likes of me?” I asked crossing my arms. “Poor, ugly, fat, short. This all and much more. Ridiculous fashion disaster!” Her words hurts but I shrugged it off. “Of course he has better taste that’s why he is going after someone like me. At least his taste is not sluts!” I said back and roared like a tigress.

She looked terrified. “Ash?” she asked softly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Brittany was a replica of his mother. Not that his mother wasn’t a beautiful woman. She was. And Brittany was every bit as beautiful, if not more so, than their mother. The only problem was his mother was ugly on the inside and it forever marred his perception of her looks. Because he knew what resided behind that pretty face. It was a cold and calculating mind. He firmly believed she was incapable of loving anyone but herself. It was a mystery to him why she’d ever had children. And not just one, but four.