Anthony Bridgerton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ariana POV The second Laura’s mother saw me standing beside Nick, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop. Her expression hardened instantly. Not confusion. Not surprise. Pure anger. "Mrs. Bennett," Nick started carefully. She ignored him completely at first. Her eyes stayed locked on me while she walked closer, heels striking sharply against the hospital floor. I suddenly felt eighteen years old in the worst possible way. "So it’s true," she said coldly. The disappointment in her voice hit harder than yelling would have. Nick stepped forward immediately. "This is not the time."

A piercing gaze filled with fury followed Anthony as he stumbled and staggered his way to his bedroom with some of the content in his bottle spilling away on the stairs. Scarlett found it hard to accept the fact that he had really ignored her! It was the first time he had ever done that over the past two years, they had been dating. She really needed to make him hers again! She must make him love, cherish, and follow her commands like the puppet he was and he would continue to be one very soon. As Anthony stepped into the bathroom, he quickly shed his clothes and allowed the cold water to wash over him, providing some relief to his throbbing headache. After his shower, he emerged from the ba

Anthony replied before he beamed a smile at his brother. I could feel the love between the two brothers, and it brought a smile to my lips to think that the love that they shared closely resembled the bond that I shared with my sister. It suddenly felt like I didn't belong in the room, but just as I was wondering if I should leave to give the two of them some private time and space to catch up, Anthony turned and focused his eyes on my face. "I heard that you married Diana in my place..." Anthony said to Bradon, although his eyes were still glued to my face.

Her heart rate picks up, her breathing stutters for the barest second. I hear those things because i’m holding her close. I know she’s feeling sensations right now, and it only makes the pit in my stomach become wider. She responds softly, “I do like him, Bridget. I’m just not sure Tieran Blackstone would want anything to do with his nephew’s former wife, except being just a friend.” I roll my eyes at that stateement, because this is how Anttonia always is. She keeps thinking no one will want anything to do with her, when they want everything to do with her.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”