Anthony Bridgerton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Liam made a jest of me and asked, “What husband? My uncle, Vaughn? Look that man is too old to be your man and he doesn't like anybody, other than Charlotte, and guess what, now she's dead so he doesn't have a heart anymore. You can ditch him.” Liam leaned into him, “Do you know how much you will be getting if you frame him up for beating you? You'd be so rich and we would spend the rest of our lives together. We are a perfect match, Aria. I regret what I did to you and I miss you so much.” I couldn't believe that Vivian had raised Liam because she seemed like a very intelligent and sane woman.

For one stupid second, my heart actually hoped it was Adrian . An apology. An explanation. Something..But it wasn’t him. Instead, it was another news notification. My stomach twisted before I even opened it. Still… I clicked it anyway. Big mistake!. BUSINESS HEIR ADRIAN CROSS WEDS CEO DAUGHTER IN LUXURY CEREMONY Below it were pictures. So many pictures. Adrian smiled. Then he was kissing her. Adrian held her hand like she was precious. Comments flooded the page underneath. “They look perfect together.”

Then, ‘Yes, sir. Evelyn presses her fingers lightly against her arm, grounding herself as she listened. This was him. The lucien she had read from the tabloids and seen all over the news. Nothing like the man from last night. Completely different from the one whose touch had been unsteady against her skin last night. ‘There’s another matter,’ the assistant added carefully. It was followed by a pause and Evelyn’s heart skipped. ‘The Sterling situation,’ Alex continued. Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat, her whole body tensing up as she heard Lucien mutter profanities under his breath.

“I’m not scared of him. He knows better than to touch me or get anywhere near me in a threatening manner.” Brandon crossed the cafeteria and stopped at our table. He didn’t look at Anthony. He looked only at me. “Come with me. Now.” Anthony leaned back in his chair. “Watch your tone when you’re talking to my girl.” Brandon didn’t blink. Didn’t move his eyes from my face. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” “Are you blind?” Anthony said. “She’s with me. Whatever you need can wait.” “Rhea.” His voice dropped lower. Still only looking at me. “Now.”

She returned to her seat beside Sammy, inhaling quietly. And that’s when she heard them. The girls were seated behind her. “Oh my God. Sebastian D’Angelo is unreal.” “Those grey eyes…” “He’s so powerful.” “I would marry him instantly.” “Imagine being Mrs. D’Angelo.” Giggles. Excited whispers. Petal blinked slowly. Marriage? She rolled her eyes. Not dramatically. Just once. Subtle. Controlled. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t threatened. She simply disliked shallow fantasies spoken so loudly.

“Mr Rossi. Miss.” Even as I hesitated, Antonio walked inside and said, “Take her to her room, Mario. And lock the closet as she wishes to be nakéd.” And with that he disappeared in the darkened hallway, leaving me in the entryway of the place that had looked beautifully dangerous from the outside, but now as I stood here, it felt like I had stepped in a dark den without knowing what hides in the corners and creases of this place. A. Gupta Don't forget to check out BRIDE TO BE another mafia romance and please leave a comment and gems and review. Thankyou!

He turned her around on the bed making him to be on top her. "It's Ist of April, happy new month... Darling" He said and placed his lips on hers. Goosebumps!! Shock was an understatement to what Beatrice felt. Brandon doesn't like me, he doesn't talk to me. What could be wrong with him. He played pranks on me, he called me darling, he kissed me. Is he possessed? - Beatrice kept on thinking. What could he wrong, he's not drunk, it's morning. TBC

He must really hate the sound of my voice because instead of doing what I told him, he stepped on the gas and the car shot forward, moving way faster than I thought it could. I yelped, reaching for anything to grab so I wasn't propelled out of my seat. Resigned to be with a heartless monster, I kept trying to count backward in a bid to distract myself from how fast he was going. A couple of minutes later to my surprise, he started talking without prompting. “You know you're all the same, right? You, your sister, every other bloody lady! Most of it all though, is your sister!” He spat out contempt in every word. “I never wanted to marry her but somehow she wiggled my way into my family and go

“Hold this—I’ll lay it out for you.” He carefully arranged everything for her, not a single wrinkle left. Lena hugged the pillow, watching him, eyes growing misty. If he hadn’t gotten sick… If none of those things had happened… maybe we’d be married now. He would’ve been a thoughtful husband. As she was staring at him in a daze, Anthony suddenly turned around. “Why are you looking at me all lovingly? Want to sleep with me after all?” Lena threw the pillow at him. “In your dreams.”

Dresses to impress in the French Elite? " We all have our interests. It's not my fault if your interest just ran off with a man." A slap is delivered to Amelia's face and by Anthony's rough hands, it must have weighed a ton. "What was that? You're out of your mind, Anthony." " I went berserk, not because my interest ran off with another man. It's because the one woman who satisfies my fantasies, is never coming back!" " Anthony, that's not the case. We can try..."