Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Thea hated Anthony and everything he stood for. “Look at his stupid, smug face,” she hissed. “Shh!” Nicole turned up the volume on the livestream, obviously not caring if they got caught. Such was the lure of the handsome and rich Anthony Bertram. Thea could admit that he was handsome, in a rich, smug, stupid, arrogant, selfish kind of way. His hair was dark, his jaw strong; he had one of those smiles that made a woman all weak-kneed. He clearly worked out, his suits fitting him perfectly, emphasizing his muscular shoulders and wide chest. He wasn’t bulky, though, but tall and fit. At the moment, he wore a dark gray suit with a blue tie; his cufflinks winked in the light of the news studio.

Anthony treats me like his precious little princess and spoils me in every way imaginable. I’ve always been extremely top-heavy. My 34DD tits look huge on my curvy frame, but I’ve grown to love them and all the attention they bring. Anthony says my massive breasts and my round, juicy ass were what first caught his eye. With my dark ash-blonde hair and pale green eyes, he constantly tells me I’m built for sin.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

He wore his breathtaking confident smile, Ollie found herself admiring him all over again. "Sorry to keep you waiting, milady," Anthony said as he took his seat. "Just because you're eating in a classy restaurant, doesn't mean you have to sound classic, alright," she loved the fact that he was thrilled by her seemingly absurd mode of communication. "Well, sometimes it does." Anthony said smiling, putting on a weird shaky British accent, "Especially, when you have been entertained all afternoon by a thrilling, pulchritudinous, one-hell-of-a-kind—"

This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

I smile at the fact that even though I am mad at him right now, he is still making sure I am safe. “I am currently reading the Bridgerton book series. It is about a family called the Bridgertons. Lady Violet Bridgerton, who is the mother, and her eight children. The kids are named alphabetically from Anthony all the way down to Hyacinth. Anthony is the first born, he is the Viscount,” I tell him.

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

Charles’ joy bloomed as he gazed into Maria’s eyes, adorned with a captivating smile. He raised his hand. In front of everyone, he pinched her soft, white cheek gently. The smile on his lips widened. “If we lose, you will leave it to my discretion back home!” Despite his harsh words, his actions were gentle. Angel looked at Charles’ affection for ‘Mia’ with jealousy, her eyes turning red. Why was Mia blessed with a wealthy stepfather and the chance to marry Charles, a handsome and wealthy man?

"Lena, I believe I haven't done anything to wrong you. Back then, I treated Margot that way simply because I wanted her to come back home. I never intended to harm anyone. Even when Curtis left me paralyzed in both legs, I forgave him because of Margot although I harbored resentment in my heart. "I really don't understand why you're starting to dislike me more and more. It's baffling that you suddenly decided to break up, and you keep saying hurtful things. Am I really that insignificant to you?" Anthony was the youngest heir of the Morris family who was raised in luxury and held a position of immense power. He was practically second to none. If it weren't because he loved her, he wouldn't h

Key word, my best. I had stolen a few glances though when he wasn't looking. Enough glances to know he was dressed in a black tuxedo that had a cream rose peeking out of his chest pocket. His hair was gelled to the back making him look like a slick aristocrat. My thighs clenched as I played his image over and over on my head. What would he feel like underneath the coat and shirt and tie? Hard and muscular definitely. And his scent... Oh no, I needed to get a grip over myself! Xavier cleared his throat again and I stiffened.