Anthony Bridgerton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Did you mistake me for someone else!? For Beatrice, perhaps!?” “Beatrice,” Anton murmurs. “What on earth does she have to do with anything?” He inhales deeply and lifts a hand to brush my hair back over my shoulders, his fingers trailing along my neck as he does. My eyes threaten to flutter shut at the soft feeling of his touch – but I force them back open with a glare. “She’s your mate, apparently,” I snap, narrowing my eyes. “And she probably wouldn’t like you getting all snuggly and spoony with me on the couch!”

A hope that maybe when I turned 21 I would end up being Ashton's mate and that was why he had yet to find her. I knew my hope was far fetched, but love wasn't always reasonable, right? "Please Haidan, try to relax." Antoine begged, kneeling down beside me. "Why Brailyn of all people?" I asked lamely. If this was happening and his mate was the other party, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But, this was happening with Brailyn of all people. Not only had she played with my feelings, pretending to be my friend, but she also snatched away the man she knew I was hopelessly in love with.

She turned around and walked towards the door quietly, she grabbed the door knob and pulled the door open. "You are really ending it with me huh? Like seriously? Because I don't love you?" Braxton asked angrily, he himself doesn't know why he was getting angry. It wasn't like Alicia was the most beautiful of the women he has been with, no she wasn't but she was the richest.

After a moment, I pulled my shorts back on, and I went after them. Outside, their voices carried into the night. “How could you do this to me?” Anthony’s voice cracked with anger. “After everything I’ve done for you? You know how much Ben means to me!” I froze in the shadows, my heart pounding so hard I thought they’d hear it. Beatrice’s voice broke, “I’m tired, Anthony. I’m tired of hiding my feelings for him. I can’t pretend anymore.” “What about my feelings, huh?” Anthony’s voice was raw and shaking. “You know I’ve always been in love with Ben. And all you had to do was keep pretending to be my girlfriend until I found the courage to tell him. And instead, you stab me in the back.”

"Don't worry, darling; I promise you, I'm better than Dominic; I never lie. He lied to you about everything." "Noo...! P-please Anthony! Please don't do this." It's hard to talk when I'm crying. I see him start to undress; this is bad. I can't do anything now. Even though I know Dominic lied to me about Upstage, I still love him. No matter what, he didn't mean to lie; it was me who never asked him, even if I was curious. Anthony starts to kiss my neck; he pulls my bikini top harshly and the bottom too. I'm naked now. His hands start to touch my breast, and he licks it all the way down to my core.

“He works here.” I stopped cold. HE WORKS HERE? “Wait...wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me the boy, MY betrothed, works in a library?” Silence. I blinked. “Like...as a librarian?” He gave a tiny nod. I felt a scream crawl up my throat. Nessa gasped, hand over her mouth. “Librarian kink unlocked.” Then in her other voice, “Oh God, tell me he wears glasses. Tell me!!"

She was exactly my type. I got up and looked at her, offering her a smile. "Hello, fiancee. I'm Austin Bradford." The staff next to us exclaimed in shock at once. "Wait! He really is Ms. Pearson's fiance?" "No wonder he was acting so ruthless!" He had Ms. Pearson backing him up all along!" "I don't think that's the case, though. Something feels off. We still have to see whose side Ms. Pearson is on!"

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming. “Good morning, fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice like velvet. “Ready to help me find the perfect scent… for our wedding day?” “M–maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Alejandro,” Rhian said, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting behind her back. She lifted her chin, trying to hold her composure even as her nerves betrayed her. “I meet a lot of clients.” Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. Then another. And another.

So I simply collected a glass of champagne from the edge of the tower making up a fountain before glaring at my fiance and swallowing it down quickly. From the outside looking in Andrew Fraser was a dream for any young girl to find viable for a marriage prospect-forced or not. He was the heir to a whiskey fortune, educated, and handsome enough. But for those who knew him as I did, being bound to him for any duration was a sentence. I was without a choice as it was time to pay my dues as a Brady. It didn't mean I had to smile. At least not all of tonight.