Bridgerton Novels & Stories

This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

He got his hand down in my big chips bag. "How is it going?" He asks. I stare at him, couching a bit. "That was a dirty tactic to bring up our sex from the past." How many times did we have sex that Noah even remembers? Once or twice? Hell, I'm not sure. "Everything is allowed in war," he smirks and pops another potato chip into his waiting mouth. "So, what are we watching?" "Bridgerton. I love the romance in it, but I can change it to something straight up in your alley." I stop the show and press on Rick and Morty with a smile. "So this is—"

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

"Something's going down. My dad just called and told me to check the internet." Brian furrows his brow, pulling out his own phone. "Check what?" And then it hit me. "I don't know," I muttered, opening the browser on my phone. Immediately my thumbs were flying, and within a couple of seconds, trending topics blinked onto the screen. And there it was. Right at the top. Adopted Heiress Sparks Controversy: Brooke Family's Desperate Attempt to Merge with Eastons?"

I was the prettiest bride walking down the aisle, I was getting married to "Michael Fisher".. "The Michael Fisher," apart from the fact that his grandmother is the richest in the country, he has been my crush since forever. I had seen him on billboards and Tv. I was an aspiring actress, but I never got a major role, and now I got the role of being the wife to the heir to the FISHERS WORLD. 2 WEEKS EARLIER "Leah......leah...." My name echoed in the balcony of the house, the sound of the voice was familiar, the landlord.

Jaz pointed out as I stepped out in the fifth dress. It's an elegant black sequin V-Neck dress, it's a sleeveless, long bodycon backless dress with high-Low hem and it's made of stretchy polyester-spandex blend. It has a glittering feel to the material and I really love it... It's classy, elegant and at the same time, very simple. "Right?" I twirled around for her. "Yeah, it's perfect and it suits your body type perfectly. It will fit into any occasion and it will definitely turn heads, especially Louis's. He will be stuck on you when he sees you in that dress." She pointed out.

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.

“What can we do?” The scene before us changes until I see the castle in one of our lifetimes. We stand on the edge, staring at the valley under the bridge. This castle was built into a cliff side, with the bridge going over something that looks more like a canyon than a valley to me. Valeria stands beside me, once again her hand in mine as we watch the invaders coming. At least our backs are protected and we can see them coming head on. “This is it, my love,” she whispers. “They’re coming for us. Our midnight is coming.”

Frankly, it was exactly what the doctor should have prescribed for post-divorce, post-attempted-murder recovery. She popped the cork with a triumphant thwack and poured two dangerously generous glasses. ‘Right,’ she declared, snatching the remote. ‘Let’s commence Operation: Erase Cary Grant.’ I kicked off my shoes and curled up on the sofa, the cool leather a comfort. ‘Is this where we objectify fictional men to restore our faith in the male form?’ ‘It’s the most critical part of the entire healing process,’ she stated, navigating straight to Bridgerton. ‘We need something visually sumptuous and intellectually undemanding. With a severe and deliberate shortage