Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

The shower transformed into a sanctuary. Sebastian's hands roamed, exploring Adeline's curves. Her laughter echoed, mingling with the water's melody. In this intimate dance, their love shone brighter than any star. ************************* Adeline, heiress to the country's wealthiest family, found solace in Sebastian's embrace. His love was a sanctuary, shielding her from the pressures of her privileged life. For the first time, she felt free from the weight of family expectations and business obligations. Sebastian's arms were a haven where she could be herself, untethered from the family name.

Key word, my best. I had stolen a few glances though when he wasn't looking. Enough glances to know he was dressed in a black tuxedo that had a cream rose peeking out of his chest pocket. His hair was gelled to the back making him look like a slick aristocrat. My thighs clenched as I played his image over and over on my head. What would he feel like underneath the coat and shirt and tie? Hard and muscular definitely. And his scent... Oh no, I needed to get a grip over myself! Xavier cleared his throat again and I stiffened.

If Grace hadn't warned her heart enough, maybe she would have fallen for Adro because he had a look and posture that women's common sense could not bear. "Oh … I think you need to change clothes," Grace realized. Adro looked down at his dirty ivory-white wedding suit. He pondered a moment, recalling the time he waited so long to wear the suit on his wedding day and stood side by side with his bride. It was an intricately detailed suit, designed only for him by the best royal clothing expert and her mother. Unfortunately, he was stranded in a strange world and even damaged his precious wedding suit. It’s such a shame!

Her clipboard was tucked beneath her arm with militaristic precision, and her platinum hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense bun that screamed authority wrapped in refinement. "Mr. Lewiston," she greeted warmly, her accent crisp and distinctly British, but softened by familiarity. "Welcome home, sir." “Bridgette,” Adam replied smoothly, offering her a small smile. “Still terrifyingly efficient, I see.” Bridgette’s lips twitched into what might have been a smile—if she were capable of such emotion. “Someone has to be, sir.” Then her gaze shifted to me, calm and assessing—not cold, just… observant. She offered a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Drew inwardly sighed and he wondered why she would shamelessly wear his suit, if only she knew what it meant in his own understanding. Adaline who had quietly stood beside Justin raised her eyebrows when she heard Justin refere to the other man as Drew. And Drew noticed the tiny gesture Adaline did, he guessed she must have finally known who he was, thanks to Drew's blabbermouth mouth. Adaline stared blankly at Drew. It would be a big lie if she said she wasn't surprised. In fact, this was nothing like she had expected Mr Drew to look like. He was younger than she thought, handsome than she thought, more graceful and charismatic than she thought. He looked neat and his stare was of precision

Adel. *****

He replied and took it from her. " What are you doing?" Sara pouted while glaring at him. Aldophus then put the necklace on her neck. "It suits you better like this," he said and placed a small kiss on her temple. "Adolphus dropped a heavy pouch on old man's table and walked away with Sara. Of course the man was delighted at the surplus payment. Aldophus was rich even if he wasn't in Autumn. He's the real heir to the alpha's position in the Silver Crescent Moon pack.

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

“I read about it, you know.” My steps faltered for the briefest moment, then I forced myself to keep moving. “The big scandal,” he continued, savoring the words like fine wine. “Bryan Adams, the golden boy. The perfect groom. Who left his bride standing at the altar.” My chest burned, and still he wasn’t finished. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening into something almost cruel. “That bride was Christiana, wasn’t it?” The words didn’t just hang in the air, they thickened it, smoke curling and coiling until it pressed into my lungs, until it became impossible to breathe without tasting the bitter ash of shame.