Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"Anthony and Victoria just arrived." Christian's cousins were exactly as I had imagined them—and at the same time, completely different. Anthony Kensington was the same height as Christian, but with a slimmer, almost aristocratic build. His features vaguely resembled Christian's—the same piercing eyes, though in a darker shade. His perfectly slicked-back hair showed a few gray strands at the temples, though he didn't look older than forty. At his side, Victoria was a striking woman. Her black hair was swept into an elegant bun and she wore an emerald-green dress that complemented her olive-toned skin. Her smile, when she greeted us, was polite but never reached her eyes.

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

The human anatomy has always been amazing to me, how every single part of us is working in order to form 'us'. Turns out the bartender is actually Hailey's best friend since high school. His name is Luke. I find it nice that they still manage to connect after all these years. From time to time he would butt into our conversation or Hailey would tease him. I find them cute though although I can see in Luke's eyes that there is some form of endearment in him towards Hailey. That's just nice. I almost forgot what it's like being in love, the normal people's way, and not forced into marriage way. I did fell for Matteo and there are times wherein I still wish we are back to when we were just teen

"Jay?" "Sure." Jay nodded. It was like they were speaking a language nobody else understood. "You still didn't answer me, how did you start a fire?" Anthony crossed his arms across his chest, exaggerating his muscles. "My eyes are up here." He commented. I had my eyes on his budge through his pants. "Pervert." He added. "Says the man who kissed me against my will." I retorted. I noticed the man in braids stare at Anthony with wide eyes but Anthony was quick to change the subject.

came Anthony’s short reply as he walked toward her, his eyes locked on her figure. Her wavy hair cascaded past her shoulders, and the formal wedding gown emphasized her fair skin, showing her unique temperament. “Don’t change out of it yet,” said Anthony with a faint smile, “let me have a few more looks.” “…” A few more looks? What? Was he serious? “You look stunning in the wedding gown,” continued Anthony in his husky voice. His deep voice praised her with a magnetic and mesmerizing tone; his look was sincere and seemed genuine.

Sometimes, his speech was a little clunky and his manners painfully careful, like he was terrified of messing up. “He’s so sweet,” most women said. “Adorable,” others would coo. Like a modern-day Tarzan who was slowly adapting to civilization after years in the jungle, Lily thought. Thank goodness he didn’t fall for the fluttery eyelids of women who tried to flirt their way into his bed. anthony didn’t seem interested in anyone — except her. Lily’s cheeks flushed. Kind, polite, sweet anthony liked her — plain old her! — and she had a date with him that very afternoon.

Caden chuckled and walked out of the kitchen. "Damn you Caden," Emily gritted her teeths. _ {KINGSTON'S MANSION} Beatrice looked at her bruised arm and back through the mirror in her bedroom, a sad expression clawed her face. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Anthony isn't back yet and she knows he won't be coming back home tonight either. She was glad he was going to stay the hell away from her but the risk of him getting caught with whosoever he was fuçking drowned her.

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.

John smiled, crouched down to his daughter’s height, and adjusted the tiara in her hair. “You’re not just pretty, Mary… you’re stunning. A real princess.” “What about me?” interrupted Antony, puffing out his chest. “Do I look like a real gentleman?” John gave him a proud look. “A perfect gentleman,” he replied, and Antony broke into a broad smile, standing even straighter. Elizabeth watched the scene from the doorway. Her heart filled with such deep tenderness that her eyes welled up. She approached slowly, rested her hand on John’s, and murmured sweetly:

His breath smelled like whiskey. "You think you've won," he said. "You think marrying him makes you untouchable. But you're wrong." Adrian stepped between us. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't touch Julian. He just stood there. "Walk away," he said. Julian laughed. It was a hollow sound. "You're protecting her? You? You don't even know her." "I know enough." "You know nothing. She's a liar. She's a whore. She—"