Anthony Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

"Thank you, dear. Antonio is in the garden." They headed out back and saw Antonio sitting on his porch reading a book. Anna asked Lilian to wait. She was going to surprise Antonio with her presence. "Amore mio, who was at the door?" Anna went behind Antonio and kissed his neck lovingly. "No one dear. Probably some rascals." "Well in that case," he said putting down his book, "I have some privacy with my beautiful wife."

Anthony's voice was already uncontrollably hoarse. Anne's face flushed. "Who's impatient…" "Mmhmm. I'm the impatient one." Anthony moved his face forward and kissed her on the bridge of her nose before moving down.

It was really smart of her to use Anna to get to Anthony. Now, she just has to wait for the right moment, the right moment to use this against him. The bedroom door opened, and Anthony walked in. He didn't even spare her a glance before walking towards the bathroom. Anthony came out a few minutes later and slumped on the bed, still ignoring Beatrice, and she didn't say anything to him either. "Did you speak to Caden?" He asked out of nowhere. "No," Beatrice replied simply, and Anthony fell quiet.

with a weird handwave at them, before turning to look at me with an equally pleading expression, “I was probably too immersed in my reading.” “I know,” I said, still smiling. Actually, I was trying hard not to think about what I'd just seen — it was just so funny. I don't know how people do it, but I've never found myself, completely, in a book. It was as though my nudge on the lad made a kind of electronical connection from the outside world to the book world, dragging him back to consciousness. Standing up, he said with an outstretched arm, “I'm Anthony.”

I was reading a book in the balcony, trying to refresh my mind, and get ready for Donald’s sentencing the following day when I smelled Connor’s perfume. I tilted my head and smiled when I saw him leaning against the door frame. He was smiling when he looked at me, and in his hand was a bouquet. "Still reading the deal of the gentleman?" he asked, leaning toward me. I blushed as I closed the book and got up from the couch. "You know the Bridgerton books are my favorite. So, how was work?" "I missed you," he answered, kissing my forehead. "I couldn't do anything without you crossing my mind every second. So, I am here to ask you out on a date."

Not once did he acknowledge Bridgitte’s presence or feelings, making her humiliation all the more bitter. Trying to salvage her pride, Bridgitte stammered, “I—I’m Raphael’s girlfriend. Things have been going really well between us lately, so if you could just—” Her words trailed off as Alexander finally looked at her—his gaze so cold, so piercing, that she froze mid-sentence. In that moment, Bridgitte’s resentment toward Ava deepened, festering quietly beneath her skin. Without another word, Alexander turned on his heel and left, his tailored coat fluttering behind him.

Heat rolled off him in waves We stared at each other. My heart was beating so fast and loud… I could swear that he could hear it thumping against my ribs. My lower stomach tightened hard, as a deep ache began spreading low, begging silently for attention “I told you to come, not to run,” he breathed right in my face, his breath brushing my lips “What are you doing?” there was panick in my Panic voice “I want to sin with you little Muna” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, dark and steady. “A sin you put in my head”

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

“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,”

“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.”