Bridget Jones 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.

The night before my wedding, my twin sister, Serena Bennett, insisted on celebrating her birthday a day early. My fiancé, Adrian Cole, simply folded my birthday into hers, and then the cake came out with only Serena on it. I asked him, "Where's my name?" He leaned over the cake and pushed the candles into place, his voice easy. "We're all family. Why draw lines like that?" My parents were crowded around Serena too, and my mother said impatiently, "There, the candles are lit for you. Blow them out and stop being difficult." The next day, Adrian came to find me and brushed his hand across my forehead. "I didn't think it through yesterday. I got you a cake of your own. Come home. This one's jus

Drew said. “You must have been jealous when you saw Annie? That was the last time I saw you near this house…” Drew added. ***On the news*** A car accident was reported today and someone named Bridgette Arden is reportedly missing after her car collided with a truck at around 12:00 AM today… Drew: Oh gosh. I need to call her Mom. Jette!!!!! Where are you??? I hope you’re alive. I love you so much… ***heavily crying

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE SIX THEME: The blind lady CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IAN BRYANT MANSION "Welcome home, sir Ian.” A young girl dressed in a maid outfit greeted Ian with a smile on her face. Ian arched his eyebrows when he saw her. "Who are you?" He asked. He has never seen her face in the house. Even if there are lots of workers working in his mansion, Ian Bryant can tell if there is a new face and although he is also not the one hiring them.

Britney was angry and throw a fit to her dad. Britney: You promise me that you will going to marry me to the President. Why am I going to leave the country? I don't want to leave. Mr. Bridges: We don't have a choice. I already lose everything. Im leaving the company and not allowed to go near there. I'm also punished that no company will hire me. This is the only way I know to help you go on with your life. I'll send you to your mom in the America.

” Sarah’s brash voice echoed as the hummingbird girl laughed awkwardly. Seriously? A mother-freaking hummingbird? She was one to boast, Sarah. It was something I’d realized back in the wolf village. The way blue-eyed blonde vixen seemed to enjoy putting everyone else down to make herself feel better. The ultimate, Victorian pick-me in her blue, Cinderella dress and gold tiara. It was beautiful and suited her. But a bitch wouldn't catch me dead wearing one of that gnarly waist suspenders. Layla did not look like a hummingbird though, not with the cute, ribbon-bound pigtails she’d put her hair in, and the black plunging neckline of her straight, open-back gown.

This marriage would definitely go downhill very quickly. "Aunt Mae? Like aunt Mae, as in your sister?" Alex needed to confirm that the two of them were speaking about the same woman because there was no way her aunt would commit to one person. "Yes, aunt Mae, as in my sister." Even William struggled to believe she was getting married. When she told him the news he laughed, hoping it was a joke but unfortunately it wasn't. Aunt Mae Jones was indeed getting married. "Do you know who she's marrying?" Alex asked and took a sip from the water bottle on the side of her bed.

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

The sweetheart neckline made my breasts look like ripe plums and I feared that they would slip out at the ball the next day. "I don't get why we have to do a photo shoot. The marriage is ending anyways." I told Susie as she fetched my heels. "You talk as if you don't know Brenda," Susie replied, helping me step into the deathly high shoes. "She's the fake till the end sort of person. And her son is exactly like her."

“I've said all I wanted to. Zayne's an online ghost. I could dig a little deeper.....” “No." I said simply. “No?" Bree's forehead creased into a frown. “No, Bridget. That's enough digging." There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence between us as Bridget chewed pensively. “You know I'm doing this because I care right?" She said without looking at me. I sighed and reached for her hand, “I know, Bree….." “Then I'm telling you, this isn't normal. Not a mention or even a footnote anywhere? Not normal. And that whole posing as your husband thing so soon? And what about the men all around him? Like understated bodyguards. Have you seen how they look?”