Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“And you will not touch her,” “That’s quite selfish now, Roman,” Mr Stark smirked at Anthony. “You were all over me yesterday. Give the others a chance,” “I’m serious Emmanuel,” Anthony replied with an eye roll. “My sister’s untouched. Let it remain that way,” he said. “She’s not fit for you,” “And you are?” Mr Stark looked at him. “Why do I feel like you want me to marry you, Roman?” Anthony scoffed. “Imagine the disaster behind your words,” he said. “Besides, I’m not cut out for that hopeless romantic shit,”

Holly, spotting him, crossed her arms and stood tall, her statuesque figure drawing eyes even in a crowded room. However, Anthony's gaze cut through the crowd, fixed solely on me. I caught sight of his striking features and paused, taken aback. His stern look was even more captivating up close than any celebrity splashed across a movie poster. It made sense why Holly always bragged about Anthony's good looks. Noticing the boutonniere pinned to my chest, Anthony realized the bride had been switched. His brows knitted together as he blurted, "Why is it you? Wasn't I marrying Holly?"

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

Anna flinched at her and in a hurry, she apologized to them. "I---I am sorry. I---I w--was just talking gibberish."Anna apologized bowing her head. "Stupid nerd! We don't need your opinion. Just stay quietly behind us." Dawn said arrogantly. Anna bowed her head even more. All of a sudden, a graceful voice was heard in front of them who heard them talking about Erella. "Lady Foster, why do you think their assumptions were wrong?" Bridgette Atkinson suddenly asked smiling. She was smiling but her eyes didn't show the gladness her mouth is showing. Bridgette Atkinson was the only daughter of Duke Atkinson in the western Kingdom of Arryn.

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

"Aren't you afraid I'll hate you for this?" Valerie did not care. "Doesn't matter. All I want is the title of Mrs. Sutton–and the money. "Everything else means nothing." Jordan froze. Ever since he met her, she had always seemed gentle, sweet, and kind. Now he understood. That had all been an act. This was who she really was. A wave of disgust rose in him. The thought of marrying her next month was unbearable. He turned and walked straight out of the bedroom. He was going to bring Naomi back.

She watched Adrian's face as she said it, already bracing for whatever answer was about to land between them. Naomi scrolled further, her brow furrowing deeper with every line, her thumb hovering uncertainly over the screen as though she were hoping to find a different name the longer she looked at it. "The filing lists the proxy entity as Harrow Family Holdings." She looked up slowly, something in her expression had turned genuinely alarmed. "Adrian, that name. Isn't that your mother's maiden name?" The room went utterly still. Adrian's face had drained of all color, his hand gripping the back of the nearest chair as though he needed it to stay upright. Temi reached for his arm instinctivel

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.