Novel & Cerita Anthony Bridgerton Fanfiction

“What are you doing here?” “I had a meeting,” he replied, his accent thick this morning. He motioned to one of the skyscrapers behind him. “And you?” “I went for a run and ran into my sister and her new agent,” I explained. I motioned toward Wickham. “Mr. Darcy, I'd like you to meet George Wickham.” Mr. Darcy's jaw tightened, and he barely made a nod of acknowledgment. The air temperature dropped ten degrees as the two men made eye contact.

Even when she knew that his heart belongs to someone else and she could never win him over. "Sophia," Vivian muttered silently with an unfathomable expression on her face. She stroked her kitten's fur and took a step forward into the garden. She was not a fool and she could see how 'Sophia' was hellbent on forcing herself on Styx and what annoyed her the most was that Styx was doing nothing to stop her. He might have forgotten that she was still his bride but she hasn't. He belongs solely to her and no one else. "Good Afternoon, Lady Sophia?" Vivian greeted half-heartedly with a bow, trying so hard not to glare at the woman in front of her.

"What do you want?" Paul Heathcliff snapped the box closed and put it under one armpit and cleared his throat. "I have my eyes on Lady Cossington and would love to court her with marriage in mind. You are married now. Do you suppose you could think less of her and allow her to return my affections?" Somehow, he tore his gaze from Beth. What manner of nonsense was he spueing? "You can have her." He tried to circumvent but was stopped again. Charles's temper fanned. He slowly exhaled and lifted his flaring eyes to the daring annoyance.

My dick throbbed just thinking about it. "Do you want me to help you?" "No!" I growled, even though my body was screaming yes. "Go to bed, Angelina, and forget this ever happened." "I cannot forget, Mr Ashton." She whispered. "I cannot forget so easily." Slowly, she crouched before the bathtub. My heartbeat increased to a pulsing crescendo, my eyes glued to her face. Angelina dipped her hand into the water that was now getting cold. She began to play with it, forming ripples on its surface.

Those words were not for me. I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen and heard it myself. Anthony. My boyfriend. A friend. The guy who once claimed to be so in love with me is gushing to some other girl like he is head over heels for her already. “I thought you had someone” The brunette girl clad in a velvet gown, snakes her arm around Anthony. “Hey, I'm yours. Don't ruin such a beautiful night by mentioning such things” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist before spinning her around in the air. Lovingly.

The students immediately started to make teasing sounds. Summer didn't even glance in that direction, but Anthony really enjoyed the attention. But little did he know that the moment he sat down, a few girls in front started to chat. "Anthony is sticking to Summer again!" "Girls, I just got some news that Summer and Anthony aren't in that sort of relationship. Apparently, Anthony already has a girlfriend from our school. He only pays so much attention to Summer because he wants to get an internship at Hartford Group's biotech department."

I took it, still frowning then examined my neck. -That prick left a hickey on my neck!! What the hell is wrong with him!- I frowned then turned to follow Beatrice to my room. Vincent rushed through the entrance as we were ascending the steps, and I can promise that I had not intended to sigh that loudly. “My lady?” he wore a puzzled look at my reaction then bowed. “Not now Vincent, we require privacy,” I said, and he glared at Beatrice. “Oooohh Scary!” Beatrice mocked, and I found myself bursting out of laughter. She had broken the tense atmosphere that he had no doubt practised making, and it made me feel relieved.

“You realize your wedding is starting to look more like a corporate merger than a celebration of love, right?” I frowned. “It’s not that bad.” “It is that bad,” she said bluntly. “When was the last time you and Ethan had a real date? One without your mom planning the seating arrangement or Richard Evans barging in with stock reports?” I hesitated. “He’s been busy.” “Scarlett.” “I know.” I stirred my drink, the ice clinking louder than I liked. “I just… I don’t want to complain. Everything’s perfect. He’s perfect. He loves me. We’re building a life.”

This made his thoughts swayed to Ella, the bartender who poured wine on his body which made him cancel his meeting. "Whenever I remember this girl, my heart wouldn't stop beating for the girl I had a one-night stand with, I feel they have some striking resemblance," Anthony thought as he drove his Bugatti La Voiture Noire towards his villa. He enjoyed the conversation he had with Bruce and as he drove towards his house the whole conversation, especially the one that had to do with Bruce's newfound daughter captured his heart. "Do you know why I like you?" Bruce asked Anthony who was sitting and admiring the billionaire sitting right in front of him.

Then Anthony led me to the lawns, helping me to lie down next to Jeremy, when I grimaced in pain. Before Mischief could make a run for it, Anthony swooped on him, entrapping him in his wings. “Sickening, is it?” Anthony’s voice was hard. Mischief pouted. “Why the cross face? Chocolate is sickening, and I’m quite the fan of that.” “Then I surely won’t deprive you.” Anthony’s eyes twinkled. Mischief let out an outraged howl, as Anthony rolled him onto the lawn and pinned him, feathering kisses over his cheeks, nose, and forehead.