Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

She suggested. Hannah was about to retort, but Leon spoke, “Gloria is right. You look so pale and thin. How will you take care of Bridget when you get sick?” He commented while holding her hand and ushering her to the room. She could only agree and enter the room. The moment Leon closed the door she heard her phone notification. She checked it and saw another post about Denise and Xander. "As sweet as a newlywed," the article reads. She smiles bitterly while staring at the image of Xander carrying Denise in a bridal style.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

For that moment, I was simply Beatrice Emberlyn—the woman who had clawed and scratched to survive, who had built a life for herself, away from the darkness of her past. Before Xander. Into this swirl of feeling and unwritten history. But reality set in as I put my phone down. The suite was too quiet now. I could hear Xander breathing, even, and regular. He wasn’t asleep. I could tell from the effects on his body, little spasms of tension in his arms, occasional shuffles of the blankets as he turned over. He was awake. And so was I. Stuck in this strange neither here nor there, neither one of us wanting to shatter the silence that had formed, but both well aware of the invisible tether growin

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

"Gillian Bridgerton. I need to know about him. As soon as possible." "Why?" Max flipped to random pages and read it the first sentences. His eyes widen when he realizes that it is an erotic romance book. "Oh. My. OH! MY! YOU READ THIS BOOK?!" Cecilia narrowed her brows, confused. Wondering why this man lost his cool, "It is Mary. Not me. I don't like this kind of books." He was tongue-tied before clear his throat, "Ah, I see. I thought so! You are too young to read this kind of book! If your father knows about this, he can get a heart attack!"

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.”

"I'd love to, fiancé." I happily get on my knees, still trembling from the orgasm that ripped through my body just moments ago, wanting nothing more than to make Brixton happy. I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and watch hungrily as he strokes his cock and squeezes the head, again playing with the double piercings in the tip that makes his body spasm. He smacks his hand against the shower wall and looks down at me, his eyes darkened with lust and pure admiration as his climax gets closer and closer. "Sit up higher for me, little bird."

I tell him. “So, it sounds scandalous. I want to watch it. Which is spicier, the book or the series?” he asks me. “Actually, for book one, the season is way sexier,” I reply him. After we agree, he walks out of his room to go and get the book. While I took my phone and opened N*****x, I searched for the Bridgerton series and added it to my list.

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.’

Bridgerton then stepped into the room and attached electrical wires and tubes to my body. They somehow believed that I am still in my unconscious state of mind. But, I was trying so hard not to close my eyes to make sure I could see another monster in front of me once I opened them. "What are you gonna do with her?" asks Mrs. Bridgerton to her husband. "She already knows our secret. What else could it be?" says Mr. Bridgerton followed by an abrupt sigh. He then set his index and middle fingers on my hand to check my pulse.