Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Original Books

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.”

"She drove herself off a bridge on her wedding day. But her body was never found." I saw Isabella's mouth open and close like she didn't know what to say. Honestly, there was nothing to say. "I thought maybe I was just seeing things... or wishing too hard," I added, grabbing a pack of ginger chews. "But now..." And then I saw her. Across the aisle. Again. That same brown hair, that same white dress fluttered behind her legs. She walked past the cleaning supplies section, head slightly lowered. "Sara!" I shouted, not even thinking.

I ignored the feeling, knowing fully well that everything would be over very soon. We were now walking out of the church, I stared at the cool metal with a fat diamond on top, that pressed against my skin. The ring was really beautiful but I knew it wasn't mine, it originally belonged to Sophie. I didn't know if I should feel bad or not for snatching the man she was supposed to marry. Well, I didn't exactly snatch him, it was him who asked me to marry him, so I shouldn't feel guilty. And besides, she cheated on him, she kinda deserved this.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

‘daughters like your sisters’. Bianca have two older sisters, Rebecca and Danica, which both were married off to other rich families at exactly the age of 18. Because Bianca get to continue being single at 25, this became a suspicion of Bianca being the favorite child but this could also be false because the children of Mr. Ada already knows that his favorite child is the first son, Phillip Ada. He finished education with biological engineering. He founded a pharmaceutical company and an entire hospital to his name. He managed to get all of that thanks to the eldest marrying a wealthy man and their father embezzling money from FuenTECH. He is already married to a daughter from an influential

The silence in our home was deafening, a constant reminder of the void his absence left behind. Days turned into weeks, then months. Lily, David, and our grandchildren rallied around me, their love a source of solace in the darkest moments. But it was Ethan's love letters, tucked away in a hidden drawer, that truly brought me comfort.Each letter, a testament to his unwavering love, a whispered promise that transcended time itself. One sunny afternoon, while sorting through Ethan's belongings, I stumbled upon a worn leather-bound journal tucked away in his desk drawer. Its faded inscription read simply: "For Olivia, with love." Curiosity piqued, I settled into Ethan's favorite armchair and ca

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.

💍 CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — THE SECRET BRIDE The city woke slowly. Morning light spilled across the penthouse, touching the walls in gold and amber. For the first time since Amara had entered Dante Knight’s world, the silence didn’t feel dangerous. It felt peaceful. Amara stood in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a mug of tea she had barely touched. Her thoughts were loud, replaying everything from the night before—his confession, the kiss, the way he had looked at her like she was no longer a weakness but a decision.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”