Brittney Griner Chest Novels & Stories

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND AND HIS BEST FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY SWAP SOULS AND TO SWAP THEM BACK YOU HAVE TO BE MARKED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME OR JUST PICK ONE? Do you go to the man with your husband's face, his familiar hands, his familiar voice — knowing it's his best friend's soul looking back at you through his eyes? Or do you go to the man with his best friend's body, every tattoo, every scar, every inch of him you were never supposed to want — knowing your husband's heart is beating inside that chest? Maya Sinclair has exactly forty days to figure it out before the curse makes the swap permanent. The problem is she's been in love with both of them for longer than she's willing to admit. And the bigger problem? They're starting to figure that out. Two men. Two bodies. One woman. She has thirty days to break the curse. And she has two men in the wrong bodies, with every reason to hate each other — who are both, somehow, choosing her and even choosing each other. Some curses aren't punishments. Some curses are the only way the universe could think to tell you the truth. And that one choice could change three lives. What choice would Maya make? THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES,POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL, READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SPICY CHAPTERS WOULD BE INDICATED WITH THIS SYMBOL ~~~. ENJOY!!

I'm representing the Rosa family at a mafia trade summit when we're ambushed on the road. In the chaos, I get separated from the only bodyguard assigned to protect me. When I finally overcome all hurdles and make it home alive, I see him step down from the vehicle that attacked us. The Soldati line up before him respectfully. "Mr. Marco, if you like Leonora, you could just tell the Don. Why pretend to be Viviana's bodyguard? You had us chase Viviana into the dangerous Neralis Rainforest so that Leonora could appear at the trade summit. She's been missing for three days now. Shall we send our men to look for her?" Marco Santis furrows his brows, and his fingers clench around a ring carved with the Santis family's crest. "Leonora has always been insecure about being an illegitimate daughter. I haven't secured my position as heir. If I tell my father now, I'm afraid he'll never agree. As for Viviana, she's capable. She'll be fine." I realize Marco tried so hard to stay by my side for my illegitimate sister, Leonora Rosa. She's the one who drove my mother to her grave. It feels like someone had dug a hole in my chest and left it open to the cold wind. I force myself to stand and head to my father's room. "Papa, you wanted me to marry the dying heir of the Santis family. I accept."

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it’s the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant—but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he’s hooked. I don’t get much of a say in the matter, and that’s not surprising when I learn why—because he’s the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules—or pay. And now I’m his.

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic

Eight years ago, Sara Delgado vanished without a trace, leaving Salvatore Ricci—heir to their mother's underworld and the most loyal to his brother Matteo is broken, furious, and convinced she chose a life without him. What he never knew was that Sara wasn’t running from him… she was running to save him. Now a single mother struggling to care for her sick grandmother, Sara Vega now takes a second job at a Kansas City strip club, never realizing it belongs to the one man she swore she’d never see again. When Salvatore walks in and finds her behind his bar, the past detonates between them. But their reunion is more than heartbreak and unfinished love. Sara is in danger. Her stepbrother Juan, now head of the Marquez crime family, has been hunting her for months. And when Salvatore learns the truth about Hector Marquez, the stepfather who murdered Sara’s mother and planned something far worse, the pieces fall into place. Juan isn’t after Sara. He’s after her son. Their son. With the Ricci empire at his back and a second chance burning in his chest, Salvatore vows to protect Sara and the child he never knew existed. But the Marquez family won’t stop until they get what they want and Sara’s secret may be the key to a war neither side is ready for. In this explosive final installment, love and loyalty collide with blood and vengeance. The Ricci family will rise or fall together… and Salvatore will burn the world down before he loses his family again.

SUBMITTING TO MY STEP BROTHERS "Nicole meet your stepbrothers and .......", I didn't hear the next words when my eyes fall on the two men already seated. I found myself momentarily frozen at what I was seeing. Was i dreaming or I wasn't? What the hell is wrong with my step father’s sons. They are all f**king.... **** "Do you want it?", Before I could reply him, my gaze accidentally moved down then I saw it.....his bulge was huge even though it was flaccid. Was I turning him on? Just like I did to his brother, Alexander. My breath hitched as he stepped closer to me, his chest coming into view, closer to my face, "I think its too late to eat the cake," He rasped as I looked up. His hand extended above me but his forest green eyes held mine, they became darker as if time had stood still. Right now, I needed a saviour. I noticed that Alexander has ocean blue eyes then here is his brother with ...... my goodness! Speechless, I moved my gaze to his Adam's apple, which bobbed as he swallowed. "If the banana is all you wanted. Then have a good night step sis" He moved away, smirking and then he turned around. My eyes landed on his ass. I snapped out of quickly it then shook my head. Holy hell! I was still holding the banana in my hand in disbelief. Was that a dream?

“Farewell to you who never deserved the love I gave. I want you to suffer as I did, to feel the pain as if they were your own; every agonizing second of it.” I smirk as my throat stings, coughing up more blood. Tears streamed down his bloodshot eyes, a satisfaction I never expected I’d feel at my dying moments.  “N-no! I’m sorry, please . . . please don’t leave me!” he held me close to his trembling chest, his sobs reverberating through the air — the last I breathed in before I gave in to death’s arms. Or so I thought.  In a world of power and love, Morana Everette, the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack, basks in a life of perfection until fate intervenes. Her husband's true fated woman emerges, shattering her idyllic  existence and casting her aside. In a final act of sacrifice and a dying curse, she finds herself swapping bodies with her husband, and with his emotions still intact, she is forced to experience the attraction towards the girl who ruined her life. While Logan experiences the agony she once endured in her past. As deities continue to play with their destinies, emotions run high, loyalties are tested, and the cruel game of switch unfolds. Can they break free from this cycle of misery, or will they forever be bound by fate's twisted design? *** The novel is Written by Dinni Dee and By Miss Joye's Outline. The novel is copyrighted by Ideaink Six Cats.

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

"Lyra, please trust me. I am here for you". His voice echoed in my ears. I trust you. I wanted to tell him but it felt like I no longer could talk. He came near the place I was standing and I did not move. I wanted to hug him and make him believe that I wanted him more than I wanted myself. He pulled me closer to him and engulfed me in his chest and I knew I couldn't hold back. My tears wetted his Armani suit while his constant love made me realise how selfish I had become. ~~~~ Lyra had grown up locked by a bad-tempered man. He made sure to make her believe that she is nothing but a worthless human. She plans her escape. After she escaped, she met a handsome and rich savior and became attached to him. But she soon found the truth was beyond her imagination when he told her that she is Lyra Walton, the long lost hidden daughter of the world's first richest family, a girl who was declared dead at five. Lorenzo Rothschild, CEO of Schilds industries, a billionaire renowned for his cruelty in the business circles, saved an innocent girl just because he needed her to make a deal. Never did he foresee that she would be the love of his life. Would Lyra choose to trust Lorenzo? Would they defeat all difficulties and come closer? Read and find out.

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.