Spell Brittany の小説・ストーリー

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.

he whispered in Emily's ear causing Emily gulp. Brittany stomped under her long dress. She looked at Emily scornfully, then wrapped her arm around Gabriel's. "Let go of my hand, Brittany!" Gabriel snapped. "come on, you have to get use to it soon you will e my husband!" raved Brittany deliberately emphasize the word, 'husband' which made Emily sick immediately. ****

He looked from Brittany to me and back again. “Brittany, what the heck are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and angry. Brittany’s eyes opened wide. “Your majesty, I was just…” “Leave,” he said, cutting in while staring at her. “Now.” “But…” “Now, Brittany!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small room. Brittany jumped back, her confidence gone as she stepped away. She gave me one last angry glance before quickly leaving the room, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor.

“I have been stuck with some of the most conniving bitches you would never want to meet, all the little tricks your tiny brain thinks of have already been done. I really don’t give a flying fuck, if you think you are the queen bitch at this school, I am really not interested, but push me and I will make it my mission to take it from you.” I step towards her, and with my hight and the heels I am wearing, I look down at her. “Keep your little bag of sluts out of my way, because if you mess with me I will be more than happy to vag drag you naked through the school. Oh and I have ZERO interest in any boys here, because I have a Demigod of a boyfriend at home waiting for me. And lastly, a person

I glanced at him and saw the look of pride smothered on his face, which baffled me. Why did he have that expression as if my words had brought him delight? It was not as if I was referring to him. "Now I know you did not even protest and dismissed me so easily when Marquis Cantavalle called our engagement..." Warren growled, offended at my words. "Tss!" Britanny scoffed. "Your deceased mate is supposed to be mine in the first place! That includes him! And him!" She pointed at Warren and Niccolo. "Why did you have to steal the man I had come to like, Dominixe?" She saddened her voice before she gripped her rapier sword. "Now, I am getting mad just by seeing your ugly face!" With that, Britann

I and Roman ask at the same time, also frowning too. Jude nods to himself, as if he had settled on something. “Brittany is running to the media to sway the minds of the authorities. She isn’t going directly, because she knows her family isn’t clean enough to report them directly.” “Yeah, but neither is yours.” I say, and immediately regret the tactlessness. But Jude doesn’t mind, and just smirks. “Oh doctor, have you forgotten, I don’t have a family?” My eyes widened. What was he saying?

Brittany accompanied Caspian to his room while discussing other matters. “So, dance party the day after tomorrow,” said Brittany, “all set?” “Well, that’s how it is. My people are trying their best. Especially those who have not met a mate. They are very enthusiastic.” “Speaking of mate, how is your little mate? Any progress?” A naughty smile stretched across Brittany’s lips. Caspian glanced, then smirked lazily. “I heard you treated her badly,” said Caspian. “Hey! Sometimes a person needs a negative impulse to take action!” said Brittany. “Besides, what I did to her is still on a kind level, considering I can be very, very annoying, especially to my pack’s members who break the rules.”