Bridgerton Cast Eloise Novels & Stories

If we're not clothes shopping, then what are we doing here? Eloise gave a soft laugh and led me straight to the lingerie section. I froze. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” She smiled. “I saw the way Lachlan wrapped his arm around you. I almost told you two to get a room.” “Oh no. He's—” The thought of picking out seductive pieces made my face flush. Eloise went through the rack and brought out a set of black net lingerie. “Oh. You must try these. This is amazing.”

“You’re definitely one of the best around here.” His smile widened. “Thanks,” he said. “It’s refreshing actually hearing other people compliment my acting instead of my looks.” “Your acting has always been the first thing I’ve noticed,” she honestly said. “Your looks are just a bonus, I guess.” Grayson gave her a meaningful smile, although Eloise was focused on Ollie that she couldn’t really see it. “What was your name again?” he asked. Eloise turned her attention back to him. “Eloise,” she smiled. “Eloise Rivers.” “Eloise Rivers,” he muttered under his breath. “I’ll definitely remember that.”

she took out a bracelet Elin kept in her safe. It was glistening and shiny light pink in color with a heart embedded in it. Elin slowly let her fist lose its clutch and turned back. The first thing she did was to take the bracelet away from her hand and put it back in its respective box, “Go out Cory, I need to change”. Her tensed shoulder and cold expression doesn’t befitted Cory, she find it weird to withhold. How can the Elin, who have always been fond of her suddenly be cold toward her.

"It's done honourable lady," the maid tremblingly whispered, as she finished tying the final loop of her freaking tight corset. She pulled the knot once more, drawing out a loud gasp out of her. "Ca—can't you loosen it a bit," Eloise stuttered. 'cuz its squeezing out my inners young lady,' she mentally cried, but on the outside she maintained her regal smile.

He walked calmly to the other side of the Lamborghini and opened the doors for Lira and Eloise. Lira emerged gracefully, she was dressed in a silk black Versace gown. Her blue bag matched her heels perfectly, and every step she took seemed measured and elegant. While Eloise was dressed in a chocolate-brown gown with black stilettos, her hair was perfectly styled. Just then, Damian offered his hand to Lira, which she accepted without hesitation, allowing him to guide her toward the mansion. Then Eloise followed, walking with quiet confidence. At this, Serena’s eyes narrowed. Then she spoke to Harold. “Let’s go inside, those people irritate me.”

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

I was stripped of my position, and my blood, Jackson—Eduardo's son—was given everything that should have belonged to me ever since he fell ill. But his days were numbered, and his facade wouldn't last long because I wouldn't waste any more time bringing him down this time. I move away from the window as my door creaks open. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. I can already smell the faint scent of strawberry and pineapple before she even speaks. It was my treasured jewel. Eloise. “My lord, you called for me?” she asked softly and cautiously as if she were careful not to annoy me. I turned to look at her, allowing my eyes to linger on her figure.

There, framed in the doorway, is the last person I expect to see - Trayton’s chosen bride for Braxton! She’s draped in a veil of politeness that I find difficult to decipher. She’s graceful and poised, exactly how words about her say. She wears an expression of concern that seems almost too genuine for comfort. When our eyes meet, a silent tension crackles in the air – a complex web of emotions woven into that single moment of connection. “Eloise,” she pauses and swallows hard. “You're awake." Though her voice hitches, it has some warmth, the kind that can soothe or sting, depending on one's perspective.

Laera's eyes followed him as he walked past her desk while Eloise stopped before her. “ Good morning, Laera,” Eloise greeted, smiling. Without responding, Laera grabbed her arm, eyes tracking the direction he had gone. “ Who's that, Eloise?” she quickly asked. Eloise trailed her gaze, “ Oh,” she looked away and dropped her bag on the table, “ That's Antonio Brayden.” “ Woah! He's insanely hot,” she cooed clasping her hands together,

Weston Thayer stood at the shadow-drenched edge of the marquee, a glass of neat scotch heavy in his hand, watching his new wife work the room. She was a master at this game. Eloise was absolutely breathtaking tonight. The heavy diamond necklace around her throat caught the light with every breath she took, but her expression was even sharper than the stones. She moved through the crowd of dirty politicians, tech billionaires, and ancient, snobbish families with perfect grace. She knew exactly when to smile warmly to win someone over, and when to freeze them out with a look. She laughed at a painfully dull joke made by a senator, tilted her head in perfect mock sympathy for a weeping duchess,