Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“An empty glass for Piper, and for Veronica…” “Merlot,” Veronica said. “Merlot,” Bridget said. She lowered her hand to her side, which placed the notecard at her hip near Veronica. Veronica’s eyes flitted down to it. Bridget didn’t seem to notice. The servant nodded, and made her exit. “Are you excited for the challenge tomorrow?” I asked Bridget, hoping to fulfill my role in distracting her, so that Veronica could make her move. “I am,” Bridget said. “Confident too. I’m certain I have the best chance of winning the date with Nicholas. Ah, a romantic boat cruise. It will be so romantic. I can’t wait!”

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

The power dynamics at the breakfast table have subtly shifted, reflecting the changing landscape of their lives together. As the breakfast table buzzes with chatter and the clinking of cutlery, Sebastian approaches Dominic in a hurry. Leaning in close, he whispers urgently into Dominic's ear, sharing information that demands his immediate attention. Dominic's focus shifts towards Elizabeth, his concern evident. He swiftly instructs a servant to turn on the TV screen, capturing the attention of everyone present. The room falls into silence as the breaking news flashes across the screen, revealing a scandal involving Elizabeth and Dominic Bradford. The news reporter delivers a harsh narrative,

I arched into him, hungry and trembling, heat pooling deep inside me. His name left my lips in a whisper. “Caspian…” He groaned like my voice hurt him, like hearing me say his name undid him. His mouth trailed down my jaw and my neck, teeth grazing skin. I gasped, my legs tightening around him. And then a scent hit my nose. Faint but unmistakable. Sweet. Too sweet. Floral. Familiar. Bridget.

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.

"Smart girl. Most women throw themselves at me because of who I am and what I can give them but you waited patiently and that tells me you're different from the others." He moved even closer and I could smell his cologne which was expensive and subtle and I had to resist the urge to step back because that would show weakness. "What's your name?" he asked even though I knew he already knew exactly who I was. "Annie," I said. "Annie," he repeated and the way he said my name made my skin crawl. "Tobin's widow. I was sorry to hear about his death." "Thank you," I managed to say while keeping my expression neutral. "It's been difficult."

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."

"You try to steal my man, and all you can think of are those tarts?" Bridget taunted. She was so full of rage she did not analyze the situation appropriately. She turned to Allen and said, "Were you meeting her here too? In front of my father?" Bridget shifted her attention to the older man and revealed, "Father, this woman is seducing Allen! She is on the cruise ship - our cruise ship!" Returning her gaze to Shantelle, she declared, "I should have you thrown overboard from the cruise ship! Do you know who you are messing with? My father owns the cruise ship! I am Bridget Grant, an heiress to the Caribbean Sales!"

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.