Bridgerton Ebooks Novels & Stories

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

One I see as being a waste of money. Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change out of my wet clothes straight away. I hang up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. I walk in and sit down. Grabbing the envelope, I look at it. I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant. There could be things in there he will ask me about to check I read it, so that is all I will do tonight. My hands pull out the papers, ignoring the cover I flip to the second page, my eyes widening at the words “The Brat consents”. I quickly turn back to the first page, my eyes catching the words.

“You only got the benefit of a mere concubine— a hole for his desires. Nothing else. You will never know what it means to wear the Luna title or what it means to be his legal woman. One night with him? That's because you are nothing but a whore to him!” Immediately I finished, I rounded her and entered inside. Last I saw was the image of her teeth gritting hard and her eyes in shock. I bet she never believed I could lay it out to her the way I did. Later Beatrice told me she went back to her quarters and threw a tantrum, smashing and breaking anything she saw. “She swore to rip you off your title,” Beatrice said, her face showing worry for me. “She can dare,” I sneered. “Alpha Damon is on hi

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

She dropped her hands and turned away in disgust. Without another glance, she stormed past me into the house, her heels echoing through the marble hallway. “Elena,” I called after her. The bedroom door slammed shut. I walked upstairs slowly. “Elena. Open the door. We are not done.” Silence. A knock. “Elena, this isn’t necessary. Just talk to me.” I let out a cold chuckle and stepped back. So she had chosen silence. Good. At least she wouldn’t be running off to Luciano’s estate again. Her isolation was convenient.

"Will you marry me, Katarina? Please say yes, say yes and I promise to make you the happiest woman alive. I promise to never make you cry, and I promise to protect your happiness at all cost. I know I don't deserve your love, but please for my sake, say yes—" Who carries a ring to a battle? Well Kylan, my Kylan. I leaned in before he could complete those words, and engulfed his lips with mine. I didn't want him to say those words again. I was the one who didn't deserve him, he had his dark sides, but Kylan was a good man. He was definitely enough, and it would be a dream come true to be his bride.

Isabella's POV I matched him step for step until he finally stopped and looked at me, his eyes drawn with weariness. “Why are you following me?” “Who says I'm following you?” I denied in an instant, “there was a book I was hoping to find in the Royal library, so we just happened to be going in the same direction, there's no need to jump to conclusions like that.” He let out a controlled grunt, Julia where that I was talking from my a*s and knew it too.