Benedict Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

Or was it merely that he never came to this room and the servants didn't have the heart to put them away? "If you are looking for something to read, Lady Sheridan, might I suggest this?" Anne turned to find herself face-to-face with the tall, pale-haired Lord Lennox. She took the small volume he held out to her. "Lady Briana and the Troubled Viscount?" Was the title his way of communicating with her? "Cedric is one of the finest men I have ever known," Lord Lennox said.

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.

Damon leaned against his desk, running a hand through his hair as he looked out the windows of his room. The moonlight streamed in, casting shadows across the room, intensifying the haunted look in his eyes. Caleb, his beta and closest friend, stood by the door, waiting patiently for the Alpha King to speak. Damon’s voice was a low murmur. “Caleb, I need you to find her.” Caleb's brow furrowed in concern. “The woman in your dreams?”

He gulped nervously as she swayed her body sexily across the room, taking slow steps toward him, with a smile plastered on her innocent face. Her red lingerie accentuated her figure and made it difficult to focus on anything else. He could feel his heart throbbing against his chest. Staring at her alluring body was something he could do all day gleefully. He made to get off the bed and take her in his arms, but she waved her finger disapprovingly, stopping him from doing so.

Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury. I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me. “I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions. Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a sna

She held a wine in her hand that kept swinging as though it was going to spill from the glass because she wasn’t holding it properly. Vaughn gently removed her hand and smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile since the party began. I began to realize he must have liked her too. I could not understand how any man would be able to stand a woman who was not courteous and who behaved the way she did. I smiled despite the sinister thoughts that ran through my mind as Charlotte acted as though I wasn’t visible at my wedding. “So much drama…” I thought, unknowing to me that I was audible.

Her actions are stirring the hearts of everyone. “Younger sister, why are you doing this? Are you still annoyed at Willa? Younger sister gave the bracelet to Willa; if younger sister wants it back, just tell Willa, and Willa will return it. Willa, don't mind that you're hurting Willa, but younger sister has to stop being rash; younger sister is the bride of Augustus Albrecht. All your actions... Upon snatching the bracelet back, Gillian heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile unconsciously lit up on her face. It felt as if she had gotten an important part of her back.

“Adrian, darling, are you hearing this? Your wife is scheduling independent business appointments now. After everything, her family begged me not to terminate the contract. And here she is, going for business meetings everywhere.” Eleanor leaned forward, her pearls catching the chandelier light. “This cannot continue. You are a Moretti wife, Sarah. And you are not supposed to be the one meeting people when Adrian is here. What will people say? If you start ‘going for business meetings everywhere,’ the rumors will write themselves. Restless bride. Disloyal. Perhaps even questioning the stability of Adrian’s upcoming expansions.”

Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me. I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile. I took a step into the dark home, and… POP! The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face. I took a deep breath, and gasped. Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.

I can feel him smirking against my mouth. He licks into my mouth and then pulls back, spinning me around so that my back is to his front. I come face to face with Elijah, who watches with an expression that’s some combination of fierce desire and something else I can’t quite read right now. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?” Benedict murmurs in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine and sends goosebumps spilling over my skin. “You’re fucking beautiful.” I shake my head a little, but he isn’t done.