Ao3 Bridgerton Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Darlington, d⁠ear, ch⁠eck⁠ your pulse⁠.​ I think you'll find that 'love' isn't the on‌ly thi​ng I put in you‍r system during‍ dinner.‍" Darlington gasped, clutchin​g his che‍st. His eyes rolled back in his head⁠, and he slumped against the steerin‍g wheel. I scr‍ea​med, g‌rabbing hi‌m,⁠ b‍ut his s‌kin w⁠a⁠s already tu‍rning a terrifying⁠ shade of blue. Evelyn smiled at me throug‌h the glass. "You​ wanted​ to be a brid​e, Vi​vian‌. Now, you get to be a w⁠idow. Again."

Aria p.o.v I was a living example of nervousness, if anything I was seconds of passing out. The news of my marriage to Vaughn has been the talk of the town within twenty-four hours. How it managed to get to the news channels, I have no clue. All I know is that yesterday when I woke up, the news has spread like wildfire. The only good thing was that my face, nor even a shadow portrait of me was not published. Vaughn Slade is getting married to a woman named, Aria Julian. That was the headline for every news channel possible.

I squinted my eyes at her, "What was it?" "A kiss!!" She said innocently. Innocent, my foot!!! She is a damn seductress under that innocent face. ***** Both of them failed to notice their changing behavior towards each other. They were being comfortable and lovey dovey around each other just like an actual couple. There was discomfort or anything between them. Xavier forgot the fact that she is his forced bride. Something in him always changes whenever she is near him. Her aura and presence affects him. He loses himself in her. He finds a new him in her. Where will their destiny take them?

“I will choose her over you. Over your so-called perfection. Over you—my former mate. Over you, whom my foolish self once had feelings for.” Bridget froze. She stepped closer, just enough to see them through the dim light. Gabe stood there with a woman. Even in the shadows, recognition struck instantly. Odette Laurent. 'Mate?' The word echoed painfully in Bridget’s mind. 'So Odette was Gabe’s mate.' The realization stole the air from her lungs. For a heartbeat, she could do nothing but stand there, rooted to the spot. Then, silently, Bridget took a step back.

“What do you want, Brisge? You don't even have permission to enter the mansion.” She laughed and spread her arms, stretching calmly. “I want us to work together. Beta Victor is looking for a warrior to be Bradley's whore's maid, and you're perfect for that,” she hinted. Her words confused me. What was this woman thinking? “Why would I do that? I already refused to be his maid, I don't want to...” My words hung in the air when Bridge interrupted, “Are you always this foolish? Keep your enemies close...” Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued.

She’s smiling like a person out for blood, “Maybe i’ll consider making the thing between me and Ian a permanent thing. I have needs and he satisfies them well. But that would leave one person still lonely. What are you going to do if I become a thing with Ian, Tieran? Are you going to match up with Ares?” Her words should not cut at all but it’s like firing an arrow at a target. She’s a learned archer and so she’s not going to miss. And what kind of man would I be if I was to deny something that rises each moment I am around her. “Do you still moan my name when he’s in you?” Bridget launches the empty glass at me in the blink of an eye. I catch it, grinning, and even now I can see the bright

‘Not necessarily,’ Bridget replied. The Duchess sidled up to Bridget, then ran her hand down the American’s body, digging her fingers into her crotch. She leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. Immediately Bridget embraced her, kissing her back ferociously, turning her head and mashing their mouths together, her hand slipping on to Celeste’s chiffon-covered buttocks. ‘What about me?’ Anna said, pushing herself into Bridget’s back and embracing both women. ‘Are you feeling left out?’ the Duke said, looking from the triad of women to Clare.

Not that I could do anything to her, other than hurling sharp remarks at each other. ‘Of course you can't.’ Her voice was low, almost like a whisper in my head. It was all I could do not to picture a smirking wolf. ‘Stop reading my thoughts already.’ I hissed at her as I moved to stand up from my kneeling position. ‘You and I both know I can't, but I can actually try, sorry, pretend not to hear only if you behave like a good girl and agree to be Alpha Axton's bride.’ ‘Dream on.’ I muttered outloud. ‘If you don't shut up, I swear, I will shut our communication walls.’

The Proposal Year of the Roses Floral Season The Orchard Altsas Kyan WHAT IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO DO to please his betrothed? One he barely knows in fact. I pace impatiently as the maid cuts at the yellow and red aromatic flowers to form a huge bouquet. I don't know why but I have this urge to impress her somehow. This betrothal is neither her or my choice. I am a victim as much as she is but I want to make it up to her. I was really nervous about giving her the bracelet, I hope she likes it.

Lena's hands went to her mouth as she watched Thane thrust harder while Bridget struggled to keep her moans in a whimper. She dragged her nails over his chest, lightly raking the scars on his skin. Thane groaned in response, his fingers finding their way to the gap between her legs, caressing her clit. "Fuck," Bridget moaned, biting her lips as her fingers ran through her hair, unable to contain the amount of pleasure she was feeling.