Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

", staring at the man I was marrying. Alexander Hawke. I know almost nothing about him—his reputation precedes him, and the whispers I’ve heard from my father are far from reassuring. A man who thrives on control.And yet, here I am. His bride. Bound to him by duty, not by choice. I glance at him now. He stands by the window, looking out at the city skyline, his broad shoulders beneath the tailored suit tense. The dim light from the street below casts shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more imposing and untouchable.

She had never seen her in an actual relationship since she was a child and it bothered her a little, but when she asked Josephine about it, the latter dismissed the topic swiftly saying she didn't need a man to make her happy and she was just fine being with Eleonora and since then she never asked about the topic again. They parted ways in the kitchen, Eleonora went to her room to get changed and prepare for movie night while Josephine prepared the snacks and took them to the movie theatre room before going to her room to get changed as well. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, striding down the wide and luxurious hallway bathed in opulence as he made his way to the Russo family living r

Did I say it was an extremely difficult situation when Marcus was telling Denola and Alex about his newfound love, well I lied! Sitting between Brittany and Denola was torture even though they weren’t talking. “Hi, I’m Brittany.” Brittany said and stretched her hand out, I smiled curtly and shook her hand “Adeline.” I said and she smiled brightly, I obviously wasn’t blind to see that Marcus had fallen in whatever he said he was in with her because of her beauty. “Are you a family member?” She asked, I cleared my throat and looked at Denola who rolled her eyes “No, I am Alex’s assistant,” I said and she raised her eyebrow

"These are women without conscience or pride. Is she one of them?" "I seldom see her at all." "She often walks across the bridge holding a basket." "So strange. No family, no one. All alone. When did Adelard find her? And why her?" "Maybe she's not his fiancée." "Then why is he holding her hand?" "Maybe he just bought her?" People were falling down with laughter, barely holding back the contents of their stomachs. "I wonder what Monsieur Adelard is like in bed? He must be very gentle."

Gulaab POV "Begum..." He called. I ignored him and turned on my heels to walk away from there, the faster I could. Suddenly, I felt someone pulling my dupatta. I turned and my sight fell on the tanned hand holding the hem of the fabric. His fingers were long and he had slightly long baby hairs on his arms. His arms were toned and biceps strong. I could see muscles near his shoulder as he had untanned skin there. His chest was bare, pure manly and beasty. His masculine body was the best example of a perfect body.

He asked as Logan looked up at him suspiciously. "I didn't expect you to care about her so much. Legally, she is my wife and she can come and play in my company. Others shouldn't be annoyed with the fact that they don't have any connection with me* He stood up and patted Delano's shoulder. "Brother! I'm ready!" She held unto her bag and ran down the stairs. "Maybe you won't learn your lesson of not running down the stairs until you fall" He shook his head helplessly at her but couldn't help but he attracted by her formal dress.

“Do you always have to be so tiresomely boring? Can’t you just say go do what you want?” “Hur… hur… hur… That is like a bottomless pit. Letting you do want you want…. Hur …hur… hur…” “Is there anything more we need to discuss? Otherwise, my presence is needed elsewhere.” Christopher asked with a bored expression. “I presume you are riding to lavender fields.” Aldrich’s face turned serious “Chris, you are betrothed to wed the Lady Cecil Hendrich from dukedom of Holston.” “I have given my word to none.” Christopher rebuked “I will not pay for father’s drunken banter.”

My fingertips drifted down the sculpted plane of his chest until his breath caught and held. “Tessa-" I leaned close, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Fill me, Frederick. Now.” ----- BRIDGET “The invitation to Alpha Darius’ party? I-I don’t think I can attend.” My voice faltered as I stared at the elegant envelope trembling in my hand.

Brian shrugged in response. He sat up straight, a bottle of wine poured into a glass in front of Adela. The strong aroma of wine easily makes people's hearts feel intoxicated. His face really can make many girls fall in love. Extremely handsome facial features, straight nose bridge, deep and bright blue eyes, thin lips,... Oh, it's all so easy to make people admire. Adela thought if he wasn't such a terrible and heartless man. If Brian comes and loves "Adela William" with a truly sincere heart. Surely Brian Matthew will become the most perfect man in this world.

Both Ladies curtsied and Bridget took her leave. Sir, this way. Mum, I have sent word with Bridget to send you a dress for a Lady and accessories to match. Please wait here for them.” Turning to Bradford, “Sir, into your chambers. A bath is needed. The smell of Earth and Potions fills the nostrils.” With that Bradford was washed, perfumed, clothes, hair brushed and his livery collar replaced on top of his Princely apparel. He now looked like a Prince. He still didn’t feel like one. Not yet.