Bridgerton Rated Novels & Stories

Alone in his penthouse apartment on a breezy Friday evening, Nat adjusted the mood lighting to a soft purple hue. The ambient glow washed over the sleek, modern furniture, reflecting off the glass walls and casting long shadows across the room. N*****x was already queued up to Bridgerton, their new shared obsession. Two episodes, they'd agreed. Just two. A bowl of caramel popcorn sat waiting on the marble coffee table, still warm. He glanced at his phone. 8:07 PM. Zara was usually on time. He smiled to himself, imagining her knocking at the door in one of those sleek coats she liked to wear.

Her eyes were brighter, and showing excitement. Our younger sisters began to object to Bridgerton. “Mom won’t let me watch Bridgerton!” Mallory whined. “Dad’s banned me from it, too,” Mina complained. “I’m cool with a Cary Grant marathon, as long as North by Northwest is on the list,” Kamron shrugged. “Hell, I’d watch almost anything by Hitchcock.” Kimia and I flipped him off almost at the same time. We left and took Mr. and Mrs. Graycort with us. Mallory and I informed my parents we were spending the night there, so we were set. Kamron and I sat on either side of Kimia during the marathon, and just existed with her.

My Stepbrother. I had stopped by the Ryder room, he didn't seem like he was in. There's no Coldplay song blasting out his room or the sound of girls giggling. My heart stung at the second option. He's done it before, way after we started whatever it is between us. Since I might be the only one at home, I made myself a fruit salad and decided to watch a movie. I was halfway into the movie, Bridgerton, a series. Everyone swears it is good but it took me a full twelve months after its release to finally watch it.

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets.

"Ma sei troppo bella per giocare a questi giochi pericolosi." I did not understand the Italian words but I understood the tone which was low and threatening and promising something I did not want to think about. I felt my breath catch and I knew he noticed because he pulled back slightly and smiled at me like he had just won something. "What does that mean?" I asked and I let my voice sound uncertain. "It means you're too beautiful to be playing these dangerous games," Marco translated and his hand moved from my arm to my waist. "And yet here you are at my party wearing my dress and pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing."

At this point I'm grateful he came with a car, because this wedge shoe was hurting. He walked into the cinema and I spotted the banner "THE BRIDGETON" "Okay let me give you spoilers according to the movie trailer, this movie is rated PG-18" "Like what you mean in essence is that it contains smut scenes or triggering scenes" "Let's find out Amber" He went ahead to grab us popcorn. He turned to look at me "Maybe right after this movie you can now indulge me on some vanilla treat" "Okay silly journalist is my pleasure"

She shook her head. Kamron groaned. “It’s going to be a period drama, isn’t it?” I glanced at Kimia, and saw her grinning. “Ah, but what kind of period? Regency? Western? TV series? Actual movie?” I was getting into teasing Kamron about all the options when Kimia interrupted me. “I’m thinking maybe Bridgerton or maybe Charade?” Her eyes were brighter, and showing excitement. Our younger sisters began to object to Bridgerton. “Mom won’t let me watch Bridgerton!” Mallory whined.

Rebecca’s POV “When we get to the bridge, we will cross it,” he said calmly, his voice steady in a way that made my chest ache. “I just need to know that you are with me in this.” He paused, watching my face carefully as if trying to read the chaos unfolding inside my head. “Would you like to be my mate?” I stared at him, my lips parting slightly as my thoughts tangled themselves into knots. Nothing he was saying made sense to me, and yet, somehow, every word felt heavy with meaning.

“She’s… grown, hasn’t she? Judging from that interesting outfit, she must be old enough, right?” My blood flamed instantly. “You will not speak about her,” I warned, my tone cutting, final. “You'll not even look at her or talk to her, Guildford. Not ever. This is your only warning.” He laughed, a low, grating sound. “Relax, Blackwood. I was only making an observation. She is beautiful, though. Don’t tell me you’ve been too blind to notice.”

I smile at the fact that even though I am mad at him right now, he is still making sure I am safe. “I am currently reading the Bridgerton book series. It is about a family called the Bridgertons. Lady Violet Bridgerton, who is the mother, and her eight children. The kids are named alphabetically from Anthony all the way down to Hyacinth. Anthony is the first born, he is the Viscount,” I tell him.