Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The next thing she knew, she stepped out of the car with the new dress and heels, and she looked like Daphne in Bridgerton appearing in front of the queen for the first time. “Wow,” Killian gaped as soon as he saw her. “You look like a real princess, princess,” Caspian smiled and gave her a playful bow. Audrey shook her head at their response. “You two are totally unpredictable… and insane,” “That’s pretty much us,” Caspian laughed. “Shall we?” Killian stretched out his hand. Audrey took his hand and Killian walked on her left. Caspian was standing on her right and he took Audrey’s hand as they walked. The door was then pushed open and Audrey was thrust into t

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

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he started, "technically, yes." My chest tightened, a dull ache radiating from my heart. "What do you mean 'technically'?" "I mean that Bridget Lorraine is a constant fixture," Ilya explained, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid in his cup. "She is seen with him at every Gala, every fundraiser, and every high-society ball. There have been dozens of sightings of them out on what the press calls 'dates.' Bridget has made it clear on every social media outlet and to every gossip columnist that she will be marrying into the Vitale family. It’s an open secret."

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

Mom said it would be better to go in the evening that way the chances of meeting both parents will be higher. So here I am slumped on the couch watching N*****x. The series I was watching is so alluring and erotic ' Bridgerton' I find myself wishing I was fucked. I got more sexual cravings as the months go by___ and indeed I needed to be touched, loved and worshipped. Ethan is the only man I'll allow touch me especially in my state. He is the father so it's natural to allow him___ I would not allow other man close to me, violating me and my baby. After watching episode six my panties where so soaked I had to take another shower.

"I cannot believe that you will be married after two months of me getting married," Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov, was smiling as she was looking at the new Marchioness of Kain, Lady Emily Hassildor. Emily was smiling weakly at her best friend as Becca was smiling happily at Emily's union with Ian. If only she knew what I was bargaining with the marquis, Emily mused before she was looking at her husband who was talking with Becca's husband, Niklaus Dragomir, the 8th Duke of Belikov.

Everywhere was silent, I heard no one's voice. "Young Miss Victoria, you're awake! Should I bring you something to eat?" Miss Beatrice, the head maid, rushed over, her eyes filled with pity as she spoke. I glanced around, feeling disoriented. "Where is everyone?" I muttered, gripping the railing as I looked downstairs. The house felt eerily quiet, almost too still. That’s when I noticed it. The usually lively sitting room was empty—completely deserted. It felt strange, unsettling even. Miss Beatrice hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It seems you’ve forgotten. Today is Marianne and Sir Clinton’s wedding day."

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

that snaked halfway under the couch. Evan lay beside him, narrating dramatically like a documentary host. “The citizens of Block City are in grave danger.” Allen frowned. “They are not in danger.” “The bridge is unstable.” “You are unstable.” On the couch, Lily sat cross-legged with her doll, brushing its tangled hair with intense focus. “Mommy,” she called without looking up, “Hope needs a wedding dress.” Aria leaned against the counter, smiling. “That’s the third wedding this week.” “Hope is very popular.”