Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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

“This is outrageous! You all are aware of the kids being allergic to Strawberry. Yet, you always forced them to eat it. Don't any of you have shame? You took everything their mother had. All her inheritance and then dragged her out of this fucking house. When fate smiled at her and blessed her with a good man who is far better than your stupid son, you separated them by death. What wrong have these kids ever done to you? You are those who owe them, yet you are acting as if they owe you. You killed their biological father when they were just kids. Not only that, but you all should be ashamed of yourself. I can stay in a room with rotten people like you! You all smell like rotten shit!!!” Mrs.

Anna flinched at her and in a hurry, she apologized to them. "I---I am sorry. I---I w--was just talking gibberish."Anna apologized bowing her head. "Stupid nerd! We don't need your opinion. Just stay quietly behind us." Dawn said arrogantly. Anna bowed her head even more. All of a sudden, a graceful voice was heard in front of them who heard them talking about Erella. "Lady Foster, why do you think their assumptions were wrong?" Bridgette Atkinson suddenly asked smiling. She was smiling but her eyes didn't show the gladness her mouth is showing. Bridgette Atkinson was the only daughter of Duke Atkinson in the western Kingdom of Arryn.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

" A woman stepped forward, draped in gold silk. Seraphina Beryl—the heiress everyone expected Houston to marry to seal the merger. She was stunning, but her eyes were like shards of glass as they landed on Brittany. "Houston," Seraphina purred, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I heard you picked up something... interesting... at that auction. I didn't realize you were into charity cases." Houston’s face remained a mask of stone. "Brittany is my fiancée, Seraphina. "A fiancée?" Seraphina laughed, her voice carrying across the ballroom. "How quaint. I didn't know the Vane Empire was being built on used goods.

Her breath caught at the word. Queen. She looked at Dante—really looked at him. “What do I do?” Dante stepped closer, lowering his forehead to hers. “You survive tonight.” He pressed a small, cold object into her palm. A ring. Engraved with the serpent and crown. “This belonged to your mother,” he said. “And before her—Isabella.” Amara closed her fingers around it. “And after tonight?” she whispered. Dante’s eyes burned with loyalty and war. “After tonight,” he said, “you decide whether the world burns… or bows.”

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

It created a splendid trance, exactly like that of Penelope and Colin from Bridgerton season 3, only that Hazel was Colin and I was Penelope, can you possibly imagine? " Would you stop this instant!" I said to myself; or so I thought, because by the time I looked up, everyone, even Dr Peter, was looking at me.

"No you are not Vee. You are Vicktor Raven. Who I will marry till he inherits her company and I will take care of my family. That's it." "It's better for you to break this delusion of yours. I'm not gonna let you go anywhere. You love me don't forget that. And don't let that words of mine put your mind in his grip. Those were meant for your father just your father. That was my only way. And yes you did hurt me when you went to actually consider Nicholas 's offer. But it doesn't matter anymore since I took care of it. So Ms.Wife we are gonna be married soon look after that. And look forward for our wedding night. I'm not gonna let you sleep. So sleep as much as you want for this week. "