Novel & Cerita Bridgerton

“It's easy. I want an Hallmark movie type of love, you know? Nothing short of the perfect Cinderella moment. A man that'll come along and sweep me off my feet. Literally. So, until then, it's just me, myself and I.” Hallmark kind of love, huh? Yeah, that was exactly what she deserved. I wondered what kind of man would be able to win her over with those conditions. Brock could. He was unpredictable. The image of him sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around in the air made my blood run cold. No. “Elena!” She looked up and beamed, saying to me as I turned to see who'd called her. “It's him. Mr. Windsor my editor.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I suppose it's time to socialize some m

“I understand you have a chosen mate, but you are unmarked. I will not accept your rejection.” Dexter- Mate is perfect! Mate is perfect, I love mate! Me- Shut up! Bridget lets out a horrible scream. “I’ll kill you.” She launches at Marcella. I try to protect my mate, but Marcella doesn’t need me. She grabs Bridget by the shoulders and slams Bridget’s feet down. Now they are standing face to face. I see the differences in them, they are the same height, but Marcella is as dark as Bridget is light. How can I be attracted to both of them at the same time?

“What do you want, Brisge? You don't even have permission to enter the mansion.” She laughed and spread her arms, stretching calmly. “I want us to work together. Beta Victor is looking for a warrior to be Bradley's whore's maid, and you're perfect for that,” she hinted. Her words confused me. What was this woman thinking? “Why would I do that? I already refused to be his maid, I don't want to...” My words hung in the air when Bridge interrupted, “Are you always this foolish? Keep your enemies close...” Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued.

Alina's Pov I woke up to the relentless buzzing of my phone, not the gentle hum of a few messages, but the violent vibration of thousands of notifications flooding in at once. My heart leaped as I grabbed it from the nightstand, squinting at the blinding screen in the darkness of my bedroom. The first headline made my stomach drop: “Sebastian Blackwell's Secret Woman Exposed." Then another: "Home-wrecker Alina Destroys Perfect Model Couple."

He was halfway through the infrastructure investment update when the door opened. Everyone looked. Kate Bridgerton walked in. She was twelve minutes late, which was unusual enough that it registered. She was also wearing a charcoal suit that Seris did not recognize, which meant she had bought it recently. Her hair was up. She had a leather folder under one arm and the expression of someone who knew she was late and had decided that how you entered a room mattered more than when. "My apologies," she said, to the room and no one specifically. "Medical situation in the family. I appreciate your patience."

She instinctively pulled Noah a bit closer, but as the stranger came closer, he looked more like Damien. "Hi there," Adrian said with his bright smile, stepping forward with his hand extended. "I'm Adrian. Adrian Carrington . Damien's younger, charming brother." Elena stood, keeping one hand on Ethan’s shoulder, and shook Adrian's hand. "Elena. Elena Morgan. Well, Carrington now, I suppose." "The mysterious wife!" Adrian exclaimed with delight. "I've heard so much about you. Well, actually, I've heard almost nothing about you because my brother is incapable of sharing personal information. But I have heard you exist, which is something."

Leaning sligtly on the doorway, in his fitted cobalt blue suit, with it’s little stripes and the flower embridery gracing some choice sides of his outfit, i don’t think i could stay angry at Tieran even if i wanted to. That’s one of the perks of looking like a CEO with the world fully at his feet but who lets none of it get to his head. Bridget pulls my attention to her as she quips in, “Any chance you’ll accept my apology as easily as you accepted his?” I roll my eyes and raise my nose into the air. “Whoa whoa miss. Are you sure you want to get out of the bed in that?” Bridget again, but this time i actually have to stop and listen to what she’s saying. The night gown i chose is an incredib

"Sorry I'm late." I heard a voice breach the room. I turned around to see Bridget walking in, shimmering in silver. Literally. I looked cute at the most, maybe princess like but Bridget, she was dripping in chic glamour. She was a long silver strapless dress that kind of looked like the kind they wore in the seventies, as if to emphasize on the look, her blonde locs were done in perfect ringlets around her face. "Wow." Peter spoke, his arm still around May. "Looking good, Bridge."

Jordan Davis. “Kyra…”