Bridgerton Books Eloise Novels & Stories

I'm on my way home now, can't wait to show you what I found! His response was immediate. Marcus: Great. Glad you had fun, see you soon. He was so trusting, naive and easy to manipulate. I leaned back against the leather seat and thought about Elise Bennet. The girl who'd been in love with Marcus for years. The girl who thought she could have him just because she'd been patient and loyal. She had no idea how this world really worked. You didn't get what you wanted by waiting. You got it by taking. By scheming and being willing to do whatever necessary to secure your future.

“Did he suspect anything “. “No but he feels like there's someone in his house “. “Good it will make him distrust everyone. What about the girl? “I think they are connected back together now”. She frowned. “We must break that union,no matter what”. Back at vale estate. Elara couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. She decided to distract herself from those thoughts by reading books. She went into the library and looked around until one photo frame caught her attention. It showed Adrian standing beside her. She stared at it. The woman in the picture was smiling brightly.Her hand rested naturally in Adrian's.

I mutter as I pick up my bag to find another spot where I can avoid people from noticing my very existence. “Do you like my surprise?” Eloise stops me from moving and whispers into my ear confirming the fact that she is intentionally taking advantage of the whole situation. “I will be making your life a living hell in the next few months, and I will be sure to enjoy every bit of it till you get the message and divorce Brian because you don’t deserve him at all” she add in a low voice before withdrawing from me and flashing me her sinister smile which is so annoying because she is trying to make my life a living hell over somebody that I don’t even give a fuck about.

“I thought you’d be too busy managing the fallout of your best friend." Victoria’s smile stiffened. She never expected Eloise would talk back. However, soon, her sharp smile returned. “I see, you look good though. I hope your husband buys a spine along with luxuries.” “Oh, certainly,” Eloise tilted her head. “But my age doesn't require it as much as yours.” Victoria’s expression twisted darkly. She was taken aback. This certainly wasn't the same woman she knew. Yet her lips still curved, before she leaned in closer. "Enjoy your little fairytale while it lasts, dear. You certainly have his eye right now, and I’m just so thrilled for you."

she whispered, wiping her eyes. "Good, you stay here and take care of mum. I will take care of this issue," Eloise strode out confidently. 'The gold... my heart tells me that this is somehow related to that,' Walking downs he could already smell the bloody stench from outside the room. The door opened from inside and a blond man wearing a long black trench coat walked out. "Oh it's you, Lady Eloise what brings you here?" he closed the door behind him. "Sorry mister, I would like to go in," she gently pushed past him.

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

I never have anyone in here but I felt like Barbara was made for this. I laid her gently on the bed as she stirred in her sleep. I tucked her brown hair behind her ear as her face was close to me. I can sense that my hot breath was caressing her cheek. I need to control myself. I cannot lose myself. Not when everything was supposed to go according to my plan. Get a bride. Get the award. Don’t get attached. “Champagne?” Stewardess asked me as I was leaning against the seat as I closed the cabin and I took a seat near the window. I smiled at her before I was taking the glass from her and sipped it.

Before he could even steady the kickstand, Eloise slid off the seat and broke into a frantic run toward the bridge. “Eloise, wait!” George called after her, but she was already gone. Her heart pounded violently as she sprinted across the weathered wooden planks, eyes fixed on the spot where the man had been standing only moments ago. The river churned far below, its dark waters glittering coldly in the sunlight. Yet when she reached the center of the bridge, the railing was empty. No figure. No sign of struggle. Only the faint creak of cables swaying in the breeze and the endless flow of water beneath.

Maybe they'll finally accept me. Mae stared at me with admiration in her eyes and ruffled my hair. “Your imagination is wild.” she chuckled. “You made me read all those big books in the library. I read somewhere that the sun can grant you powers.” I quipped. Mae tipped her head back and laughed. “Oh, dear Eloise! Just what books have you been reading.” My brows knit in confusion at her amused expression. Mae always insisted on reading every book I saw. She says the most power was hidden in books, that you can discover anything if you read hard enough. When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library.

"Show me everything you have about her and I'll study it until I can become her." For the next day and a half I watched videos of Isabella that Miranda had found in old surveillance footage and I studied the way she moved and the way she smiled and the way she tilted her head when Marco spoke to her. She had this way of looking up at him through her eyelashes that made her seem vulnerable and trusting and I practiced that expression in the mirror until I could do it without thinking.