Anthony Bridgerton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hard. “Gone. Only just…he had pack business to do.” Anthony growled as his bright olive-colored eyes regarded me, pausing briefly at my chest before I looked down to see my nightdress had ridden low enough that my nipples were almost exposed. I snapped my hands across my chest quickly, feeling strangely embarrassed that he had been staring at me. Did Anthony desire me? With Michael it was a different thing, I could see the lust written all over his dark blue eyes and his ragged breath.

I shook my head in blatant defeat. “Oh, please! Don’t start with these blackmails, I never asked for your virginity anyway. Grow up, and get over with this blackmail!” Anthony interjected rudely, trying hard to justify his infidelity. “Oh no, this can’t be happening to me. Where do I begin, Anthony? Where?” “You can at least start with fixing your face. You pay zero attention to your body and you call yourself the wife of Anthony Brandon! No way baby girl, it doesn’t work that way!” Ashley’s voice rang off from the car, her voice laced with mockery and superiority.

But first, I needed a way to make sure the two of them got their marriage certificate today! As I was calculating silently, the roar of an engine came from the distance. A Ferrari screeched to a stop at the school gate, executing an outrageously flashy drift. Anthony jumped out of the car wearing a perfectly tailored high-end suit, his blond hair meticulously slicked back. Fiona’s grin stretched almost to her ears. Anthony’s face was dark, brows knotted tightly, lips pressed into a thin line. He strode forward, stopping at the center of the crowd. Nearly roaring, he demanded, “Who dared touch my wife?”

Anthony rubbed that vein intentionally, like it was his job to make my body melt with pleasure. Daniel never knew the right spot and it drove me insane in a bad way. This… what Anthony was doing to me right now, this was driving me insane too, but in the best way possible. His other hand grabbed my other ass and he spread them apart. The warmth of his breath against my pussy made me clench. “You're so beautiful, doll,” Anthony breathed. “You're so beautiful.” The things he said… another way Daniel could never compare. But why the fuck was I even comparing? Daniel was never in Anthony's league and I did myself dirty by thinking I could settle for that when I could have all of…

He left her in her underwear and carried her to the tub and made her get leaned on the wall and balanced comfortably. “Now relax, I guess this can help”. Angela sobbed out all of a sudden and hugged him. He rolled his eyes. “What’s the matter?” “Save me Damon,save me from your evil brother…I don't want to be his bride anyone,I love you Damon,I have never been in love with a man before”. I am tired of this bitch,Antonio thought and rolled his eyes again. “I love you too,so please stop crying”. “Really?” She sobbed.

Because I didn't know why I just did that. Author note. Mad, they just kissed and Sapphire kissed him. Lilly and Anthony are not as close to each other again. So the next chapter will it be awarkard between them or lovey dovey?. Maybe we should look for a ship name. Anthire... Nah

~ He texted back. ~Do you miss my voice that much?~ ~I can see Benita hasn't changed her ways. She is still a slut.~ Peter grunted and typed back. ~What are you going to do now that Anthonio is married?~ ~That won't stop me. Anthonio rightfully belongs to me and no one else. Getting her out of the way won't be a hassle for me. Just like getting Benita out of the way wasn't a hassle.~

“Yes, Brent is rather wonderful.” “I suppose you must be proud of your daughter. He’s a fine catch.” “To be honest, I wasn’t keen at all when my daughter told me he’d asked her to marry him, but I’m starting to see how blessed I’ve been to have him come into my life. I mean, what’s not to like? He loves my daughter to bits and he can’t do enough for me.” I gave another false laugh. “He moved me out of my tiny apartment into an absolutely massive house in Mayfair. Then he goes and buys both Eleanor ’s best friend’s houses in Knightsbridge there, so they could be close to Eleanor too. I know he has a reputation as a stone cold businessman, but really he so sweet when you get to know him. I’m s

A table for two. A lean and tall stoic figure stands rigidly on the bridge and stares into the river. I turn on my heels and will my legs to run. "Where do you think you are going, coquette?" Rakar has his hands on my waist and whispers into my ear. "Get a grip of yourself!" I half-scream half-shriek at him and twirl round so I'm facing him. "And don't ever call me a coquette again!" He stares at me deadpan, I'm panting heavily my chest rising and falling. Just when I think I've gotten the arrogant Duke sober, his face bursts into a huge fit of laughter. I feel my face grow warm then hot.

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.