Bridgerton Wattpad Novels & Stories

Really? Her stepsister was naked. So was her fiancé. Silas stood up quickly, trying to move closer to her. Bridget, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. She stretched lazily across the bed like a satisfied cat, lips curling into a slow, poisonous smile. “Oh. You’re early.” Fuck, I was about to come. That seemed to be the only worry in Bridget’s head. Of course. Priorities, right? “Come on, she’ll be fine,” Bridget said, trying to stop him from going after Fidelia. She’s weak. She always forgives. She actually doesn’t care.

Even with Elva in Nicholas’s arms, she still had the audacity to reach out and grab at Nicholas’s sleeve with both hands. “Drop this pretext, Nicholas,” Bridget said. “I know this is all an act. I want you. You are the perfect man for me. How could anyone turn me down?” Nicholas sent Bridget a glare so icy even I felt chilled. “I will never want you, Bridget. Piper is the woman I love. The woman I will marry. The mother of my soon-to-be adopted daughter and all of my future children. Accept this. Or see yourself out.” Bridget released him, expression stunned.

♡BROOKE AND BRIAN'S WEDDING♡ This chapter is a special one. The lead characters of Something Between Us, Brooke Parker and Brian Smith's wedding. Unfortunately, that book is not uploaded to GoodNovel as of now. But you can read it on Wattpad, Booknet or Anystories. ●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡

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Everything they discuss was new and beyond my human knowledge which resulted in my brain even getting more baffled. Part of me wanted to just disappear from the living area since no one seems to be concerned about my well-being. Not even Charles. "Bring her to my clinic." Mrs. Bridgerton ordered them. Then, she and her husband slide to the dead wolf and checked his claws and fangs. As soon as Randolph places my body on the stretcher, he immediately leaves the room. Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton then stepped into the room and attached electrical wires and tubes to my body.

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

Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark… At the thought of his name Cassandra broke down fighting back tears. He must have seen the news. She is sure it's everywhere already. The only granddaughter of Black Hastings will be getting married to Sebastian Spenser. Will he resent her? Will he think she knew about this and plan all along? Though She and Mark had not exchanged the 'I love you' yet she is sure they're getting there. With one year of being with him, what she felt is similar to love. She must find a way to contact him. Her phone was taken away as soon as the wedding processes started.

"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!"

“Interesting. Because sources say you plan to take Victoria as your second wife since, well—your current girlfriend hasn’t provided you with an heir yet.” Gasps echoed. The room stilled. And then—he said it. “Is it true Amelia’s… barren? Is that why she hasn’t gotten pregnant? People are starting to wonder.” I saw it then. The flicker in Amelia’s eyes. The sting. That tiny crack is forming in their fantasy. Maxwell stepped forward, fury radiating off him. “Who sent you?” he asked. The reporter only grinned. “Leave,” Maxwell growled. But it was Amelia who spoke. Voice is low but steady. “No, Max. Let him finish.”

“When’s the wedding?” “We haven’t set a date yet,” Smith replied, his arm slipping around Bridget’s waist in a gesture that felt both protective and possessive. “But Liam is why we are here. Let's just focus on him getting better.” I nodded, my mind racing. Liam. Of course, Liam. He was the priority, the one thing that mattered most to all of us. But as I looked at Bridget, at the way she leaned into Smith, at the way he held her like she was his to protect, I felt a surge of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Jealousy? Anger? Grief? It was a tangled mess, a storm raging inside me. She had lied to me that we would get back together if I donated the Blood to Liam. I guess she played me.