Anthony Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

“And who told you that?” “Missus.” Anthonio clicked his tongue still staring down at her. “You should go.” He nodded his head at the door and stared back at her. “I don't want to go.” Anthonio scoffed. “You don't want to go?” Marley nodded her head. “If you say it's your study, I'd love to read some books.” She pointed to the black-bound book beside them. “Especially this one.” Anthonio didn't reply and Marley looked up at him, holding his gaze.

“Want to be my library buddy? I need someone to help me turn the pages.” “You sure you don’t want Beatrice to help you with that?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at him. Anton’s face breaks into a teasing smile as he leans closer to me. “Sure, I mean, if you don’t think you can handle it –“ But I just snarl and stalk away to the far side of the table from Orion and Laila, grabbing a scroll and starting to unroll it. “Get over here, Tony,” I sigh, patting my leg like I’m calling over a puppy dog. “Let’s see if you can read.”

Anthony said like she was a goddamn royalty, “You down?” “Please…” she waved downwardly, “I’m already paired with Ben here, so I don’t need a special invite,” she cooed as she wrapped her arm around my waist, her nails dragging across my shirt. Suddenly, I froze because her touch wasn’t what I wanted, and I could feel Beatrice glance at me and then away awkwardly. Clara, on the other hand, was silently enjoying the awkward tension. “Clara, you bringing anyone?” Anthony asked, still wearing that shit-eating grin.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”

She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet! In real life, our famous author is quiet, withdrawn, and far more comfortable inside her imagination than in anyone’s arms. That’s until her fiction starts watching her back. When a mysterious reader begins sending her deeply personal gifts and unsettlingly precise notes, Alessia is forced to confront the possibility that someone out there sees her far too clearly. Someone who doesn’t just read her stories but understands her.

My father’s chair wheels him away, and the minute he’s far enough Bridget descends on me with questions. “That was Damien Elcot, wasn’t it? THE Damien Elcot?” I nod and a shaky breath leaves Bridget’s lips. She looks shocked to say the least, but more than that she looks scared. There’s a wary light in her eyes when she speaks, “What are you doing with him, Antonia? Tell me something isn’t going on between you and that man.” I give the most cryptic response, “I’m Antonia Elcot.” I see the blood drain from Bridget’s face. Her tone goes shaky as she asks, “What?”

"What are you reading? Must be captivating. You didn't even notice when I walked in." I glanced down at the book in my hands, suddenly aware of the steamy cover I'd been trying to hide all evening. "Oh, this? Just something Emilia recommended." I attempted to casually close the book, but Alexander was too quick. He plucked it from my hands, examining the cover with a raised eyebrow. A shirtless man with impossibly defined abs embraced a woman in a flowing dress, their faces mere inches apart in what was clearly a moment of passion. "'Bound by Contract'?" Alexander read aloud, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Doesn't exactly look like your usual reading material."

he whispers, biting his lip, attracting me. “Where exactly will I pick up Mr Bennet?” I enter your game panting. “The whole body, especially that hot ass and that swollen pussy, which is throbbing right now, screaming for my thick, hot cock to get into…” “Hey, Anthony, don't continue..” I mutter irritated, I want to be fucked by him so much, but we can't. He finishes the sentence in my ear, I almost enjoy the image of this happening. ... One month and three weeks… later.

"This is perfect. Thank you, Anthony." Anthony exhaled slowly, feeling his anxiousness fade away as his shoulders relaxed. Little did Rosie know, Anthony had spent most of his winter break reading over half a dozen books until he found the perfect one to gift to her. Anthony cleared his throat as he stood up. "I should head out. I need to pick up some groceries since Aatalo and Ryder fail to do so." Rosie smiled, nodding. She stood up and walked him to the door. Anthony turned to face her just before he was about to leave. A tenderhearted smile laid easily on his face as he peered at Rosie.