Bridget Jones Novels & Stories

"What did you say about Prescott just now?" Bridget instantly turns red, her fork freezing mid-air. Sasha, of course, has no problem stepping in, swiping a strand of brown hair from her face as her dark eyes gleam with delight. "Well, that’s actually something Bridge here wanted to tell you," she singsongs, practically vibrating with excitement. Bridget groans, eyes darting between us before finally caving with a deep breath. "I—I…" she stutters, before finally blurting out in one rushed breath, "I got engaged to Jordan."

“You always know the right things to say, Enny. You're the best friend ever.” She pulled me into a hug and I patted her head softly. I was just happy that she was okay but there was no way I was going to forgive Eliot for what he just did. Bridget took another tissue from the box and dabbed her eyes gently as she tried to blot the mascara that had spread all around her eyes and giving her a wicked goth girl look. “So tell me, what has been going on between you and Anthony?” She asked, catching me off guard as I looked at her in shock.

She had a huge smile on her face, and Vida wished she would reciprocate, but she couldn't, so she gave her a half-arsed smile. "Finally, I get to meet you," the girl said, and Vida frowned. She was not that popular, as people only truly heard about her because of the wedding. It was not like she intended to hide; it was just that because she was never in the country, nobody could ever know her.

How could she betray me like this? I stood frozen as she walked toward Ethan’s side, her eyes avoiding mine. She didn’t even look at me, and the pit in my stomach grew deeper. She had once been my rock, the one person I could rely on after everything had fallen apart. And now... now she was standing with the man who had destroyed my life. “Your Honor,” the lawyer for Ethan said, addressing the judge. “We have a new witness. A woman with firsthand knowledge of Ms. Carter’s ability to care for her child. She’ll testify that Sienna Carter is unfit to raise her son.”

"Sorry I'm late." I heard a voice breach the room. I turned around to see Bridget walking in, shimmering in silver. Literally. I looked cute at the most, maybe princess like but Bridget, she was dripping in chic glamour. She was a long silver strapless dress that kind of looked like the kind they wore in the seventies, as if to emphasize on the look, her blonde locs were done in perfect ringlets around her face. "Wow." Peter spoke, his arm still around May. "Looking good, Bridge."

he says, and my heart sinks. "You got the part." I can barely contain the excited scream that barrels past my lips. A few months ago, I heard there was a casting call for a movie called A Sunset in Paris. I had to be part of the movie, especially since Julia Robinson was directing. I begged Carl to get me an audition for the role of Petra, a single mom who isn't ready to get into a relationship after a messy divorce with her ex, but all that changes when her childhood best friend returns to town. Although the casting director was very open about their team's decision to go with an already famous actress, Carl begged them to give me a chance. "No freaking way! Are you being serious right now?

"You've been good to us, sir. Not all bosses can do nearly what you've done. You paid for James's tuition so he could study at the school of his choice. Juliet's baby is out of danger thanks to you. Henderson…" "Jonathan, please. That's enough." I shifted uncomfortably. "You all deserve every bit of it." "Sir, Bridgette is getting married next month." "Really?" "Yes. She'll come tell you officially after the event. I'm just giving you a heads-up." I threw my head back and laughed. Bridgette was a handful. Jonathan's praises were nothing compared to hers. She'd hug me ferociously and kiss my hands like I'd saved her life.

Valentina crashed to the ground from Luca’s kick, a sharp pain twisting in her stomach. Holding her belly, she tried desperately to explain: “Luca, I’m carrying your child!” “Please, just for the baby’s sake, forgive me this once!” Luca let out a cold laugh. “A child? What child?” “Valentina Moretti, don’t forget—we’ve never even slept together.” “The bastard in your belly—what the hell does that have to do with me?”

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

They're drinking wine and laughing at the idiot male supporting character. [This poor stand-in bride only got paid a hundred bucks to take the fall. Later she's going to get humiliated in public by the male lead.] [You newbies don't know, huh? This 'stand-in' is actually Haylee Kenton, the biggest hidden boss in the entire novel! The invisible richest woman in Kingsport!] [She's secretly loved Tony for ten whole years. In the extra chapters, after his death, she wipes out the entire Moore family to avenge him. Absolute love-struck war goddess.]