Bridgerton Wattpad Novels & Stories

A sinking feeling settled in her stomach. She reached the sitting room just as Clara burst through the doors, her face pale. “Sophia!” Sophia frowned. “What’s wrong?” Clara pulled out her phone and shoved it into Sophia’s hands. “Have you seen this?” Sophia’s heart pounded as she scanned the screen. The headline made her blood run cold. “BLACKWOOD HEIRESS OR A GOLD-DIGGING PAWN? INSIDE THE CONTRACTUAL MARRIAGE OF ADRIAN BLACKWOOD AND SOPHIA BENNETT”

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

He hands me a cup of warm tea. "Firstly, let me congratulate you on turning eighteen," he says. "Thank you, Alpha," I reply. I sip the tea he gave me. "I suppose you already know why I have called you here today," he says. "I believe so," I reply. I am fizzing with excitement. Any second now he will tell me what I have waited two years to hear. That Nathaniel and I are to be wed. "I have an important favor I would like to ask of you, Bria," he says.

Not in the warm, familiar way. In the internet deep-dive-at-2am way. In the way you recognize people you shouldn’t be curious about, but can’t help Googling anyway. Margot Sterling. Damian’s mother. The political philanthropist. The queen of auction galas and legacy brunches. Vogue profile, two TED Talks, and a curated list of enemies longer than most resumes. She didn’t need to introduce herself. Still, she did. “You’re Brielle.” Not a question. More like a diagnosis.

Kira’s POV Two hours after Theodore narrowly escaped a Syndicate firing squad, I was standing in a ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria, smiling for the cameras. The charity gala was threatening to snuff the life out of me. Every breath I took smelled of expensive perfume and expensive champagne. I was wearing a backless crimson colored gown, a diamond choker locked around my throat, playing the role of the untouchable Mrs. Lockwood. Aziel’s hand rested on the small of my back. To the hundreds of elite guests, the gesture looked possessive and deeply affectionate. He was the perfect, adoring billionaire husband.

~Bridget’s POV~ I’m not sure if I’m cursed or what’s going on. How can I attempt to conceive a pup for four years without success? Alex doesn’t even come close to touching me. It’s as if he knows something I don’t; he’s spent the last two years searching for that mute. Even after four years, I continue to suffer as a result of that worthless female. Bridget is in no way comparable to that enslaved person. Now I’m dealing with Alex banging every female member of the pack. As Luna, no one respects me. He is merely on the lookout for the girl he assaulted. He was the one who pursued her and allowed his own child to perish. Why do I have to go through this? I dragged my posterior into Lilian’s r

I told her carefully. “Definitely!” she replied. “I still have plans for us to go to Gun club. It’s the same place I took Smith to years back. It will be the best place for us to cure your trauma as well. That is if you trust me as usual.” “I don’t trust you one bit…” I told him savagely. ”Nice answer! Now, we will have to go…” ------------------ Bridget was very rigid with her choices. I had to follow her regardless of what I thought. It was hard on me but I had no choice.

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

If that meant controlling Donatella, ending Vera, burning down everything and everyone that threatened his family — so be it. This was the Bratva. There was no room for weakness. Only power. Only legacy. SAINT PETERSBURG,RUSSIA (THE BRATVA’S EMPIRE) The hallways were silent, bathed in shadows. Natalia moved like a whisper, slipping into Adrian’s quarters where he lay asleep, shirtless, the moonlight slicing across his skin. She stood there quietly, watching him with eyes full of longing. Why couldn’t their love be simple? Why couldn’t she walk into a room holding his hand, without fear or shame? Why did loving him feel like a crime?

Not that I could do anything to her, other than hurling sharp remarks at each other. ‘Of course you can't.’ Her voice was low, almost like a whisper in my head. It was all I could do not to picture a smirking wolf. ‘Stop reading my thoughts already.’ I hissed at her as I moved to stand up from my kneeling position. ‘You and I both know I can't, but I can actually try, sorry, pretend not to hear only if you behave like a good girl and agree to be Alpha Axton's bride.’ ‘Dream on.’ I muttered outloud. ‘If you don't shut up, I swear, I will shut our communication walls.’