Bridgerton Books Eloise Novels & Stories

A tray of finger food was passing by so I quickly stepped forward to grab something, but when I saw the Mallory twins approaching, I quickly turned away and retreated back to the shadows, but I was too late. Eliza allowed her mouth to fall open at my presence while her sister, Elise’s grin was filled with sick amusement. “Eleanor ! What are you doing here?” Elise asked brightly.

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

It was the bracelet she’d had on earlier, the very same one she’d lied had been a wedding gift, but now that I remembered everything, I knew this hadn’t been part of the wedding gifts she received. Why had she seen the need to lie about it, I wondered. Lowering to a knee, I picked it up—it was cold. Unnaturally cold, but at my touch, it warmed up. Magic. I could sense it. Gideon—or the person who I'd believed was him had gone completely still when I’d asked Eloise about this same bracelet, and I realized that must have been why she’d lied about it. He must have given it to her, but she couldn’t reveal the truth, at least not in front of him.

Every possible outcome played itself out in my head like a poorly written tragedy. I sighed and finally flipped the page, determined to focus. That was when the door flew open. Eloise strode in like a storm with nowhere to go. Her movements were sharp, restless, her hands tugging at the sleeves of her dress as though she couldn’t get comfortable in her own skin. She didn’t even greet me before collapsing into the chair opposite mine with a dramatic huff. “I miss him,” she announced. I looked up, already smiling. “Good morning to you too.”

A murmur rises from the men, shock filtering through their ranks. Eloise releases Liam’s arm and steps back, her expression cool, unbothered. “Anyone else?” No one moves. I smirk. Pride filling me in an instant. It’s true I never saw her fight, but this was proof that she was the rightful woman fated to be mine. My mate, and my luna. My amusement is short-lived as Eloise turns, her silver eyes meeting mine, cold and unreadable. There’s no warmth. No emotion. Just that same detached, calculating look she’s had since the moment she walked back into my life.

said Nalia. “If you believe that, you're foolish, and I don't know you to be foolish,” said the woman before holding out her hand to me. “I am Grace Aragon, leader of the terrarium sorceresses, friend of the family, and a charming woman. Who are you, my dear?” “Eloise,” I said, and she frowned. “Eloise Everard.” Her eyes widened in shock, then she looked me over from head to toe as if analyzing me and then smiled as if she had finally placed me.

"Funny. I don't remember our English syllabus including chapters about a guy breaking his knuckles for you, Gilbert. Should I be flattered, or should I charge you royalties for using my life story as your muse?" ​Eloise’s face instantly went scorching hot, and she looked down at the keys, her hands balling into fists. "Shut up, Weller. I can write about whatever I want." ​"Oh, I see how it is," I continued, my voice dropping into a softer, lower register that completely stripped away the teasing edge, replacing it with a sudden, heavy gravity. I reached out, my uninjured left hand gently sliding over her hands on the keys, stopping her from pulling away. "The girl who acts like she can't sta

Softly. My chest clicked. I stopped where I was and frowned as Eloise turned to look at me. We stayed in that position for a while before she looked away, focusing her attention back on Oscar, and laughed as she let him take her hand. Oscar didn’t notice a thing. How could he? He was too busy babbling about how he’d never seen such “real culinary genius” and how he planned to “back whatever her next project would be.” I wanted to throw him out.

“I was exhausted, emotional, and not thinking straight. And I’m sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but it’s the truth.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know, for someone who claims to be over it, you’re putting a lot of energy into convincing me.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought she might throw the book at me. Instead, she squared her shoulders and glared. “Luciano, not everything revolves around you.” “Really? Because the way you keep avoiding the truth makes me think it kinda does.” “Oh, for the love of—” Eloise huffed, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing. “Fine! You want the truth? It wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t even close to a mistake. Happy now?”

with whatever Eloise threw at her. She knew she would be furious and Cassandra was willing to accept the consequences, whatever they would be. Before she could step out of her car, she saw some movement at the front door. Nicholas was leaving, and Eloise walked him to the door. They stood there for a moment, quietly talking. Weird, no yelling. Cassandra saw Nicholas smile and lean in toward Eloise. He embraced her in a long, seemingly affectionate hug. He waved and turned to leave while Eloise stood in the doorway, watching him go. Eloise then turned her attention to Cassandra and pointed at her to come in. The smile had fallen from her face and was replaced with a solemn glare. "Oh shit, h