Bridget Jones Novels & Stories

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

I clenched my fists. "So I dug deep," she said, voice low now. "I looked her up. Your pretty little wife. Aaliyah Monroe, right? Sweet face. Elegant. A little dull, maybe. But she looks like someone who would never survive the kind of storms I’ve weathered for you." "Don’t talk about her." "Oh, but she’s part of this," Bridget said with a smile. "You made her part of this. And I couldn’t help but wonder... why Monroe?"

The way she moved like she owned the air itself. She didn't beg. She demanded. She didn't giggle. She commanded. And I had watched her. I had paid to watch her. My phone buzzed. Jonathan: You land yet? I typed back quickly. Roman: Just did. Let’s grab drinks later this week. Thursday? A few seconds later. Jonathan: Thursday’s good. Same place. I was about to put the phone away when another notification came in. VelvetMistress: Want a private show?

Why does she act like a captive, always bowing her head in shame as if she wants to disappear? Barrett came a few weeks ago, inquiring about Gabby as a potential mate for Waylen, but he had seen another girl. We were both confused about what she was doing in their home. But when Barrett asked about her, hoping to find a mate for me, Jackson said she wasn’t available. Of course, I’m not looking for a mate, unless she is my fated and the one from my past. While Barrett and Jackson are speaking to one another, I look over at Jackson’s mate and his daughter. They are both talking on the other side of the table, while looking over at Waylen every so often.

mixed. Some people saw her as a victim who'd been exploited. Others saw her as a con artist who'd gotten caught and was now playing victim. The internet had opinions. Lots of opinions. "You're trending again," Christopher informed her. "'#CalculatedBride' is number two worldwide." "Fantastic. What's number one?" "'#BlackwellCollapse' which is about the company stock hitting new lows." Christopher scrolled through his phone. "Also there's a theory going around that you and Damien staged the whole thing as an elaborate publicity stunt."

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

Master Alejandro questioned suddenly out of nowhere with his deep husky tipsy tone while tilting his head a little to the right, still staring at his woman who still had her eyes down on her book, silently for few minutes. Captivated by the looks, she made the book her choose without having any idea what was it. Looking decent the book was said to be the best seller of 1930s, that's all she knew. Madam Genelia heard many famous mentions about it but never she got the chance to read it before, hence discovering it here in the library she grabbed it without any second thought. "Royal Bones are Holy Sinners." Madam Genelia was still having her eyes down on the book while she replied blankly to

he said. “Its no big deal Mr.Brickley,”she said.“Well since you guys just moved into town tell Cass here to show you around our lovely town.Cass some of the most romantic spots in town,the ones I used to take you when you and your sister were young are to die for.Don't deny her that pleasure.I grew up in this town, trust me adventure never ends,”he said passionately.“I will dad,like she said I am romantic and I am trying to live upto that,”he said heartily.“Actually my mum was born and raised here too,”Cheryl said.“Wow,really?The town was smaller then so everybody knew everybody.I might know her, what's her name?”he asked just as they got to the car.“Hermione Jones,”she said.He froze.He stop

He looked at them and knew they just want to make things difficult for him, he had always wanted to own that company ever since he was a child, no matter the number of companies he owned, he still wants to be the CEO of the Baldwin Empire and now they are telling him he cannot be that unless he is married? Rymond stood up angrily and stormed out of the house, his grandparents looked at each other then and Hana looked worried but Desmond squeezed her hand "he will be fine, it's for his own good" he cooed. *** A young girl jumped down the stairs in twos, she is average in height, slender and looked like a teenager but indeed she is twenty four years old, she has a long blonde hair that looks l

" Hunter ask taking a glance at my laptop which is beside me on the bed, the movie i was watching still playing. Yeah, I own a laptop and a phone now. Hunter bought it for me of course. "Yeah..obviously " I answered with a shrug. Hunter smile and kiss my lips which I reciprocate as I wrap my arms around his neck. He suddenly break the kiss. "Wait...isn't that fifty shades of grey you were watching " Hunter says with his eyes widen. "Uh-huh " I shrug again. "Really? " his teasing expression makes me angry. "Yes...and what! Am I some fifteen year old girl, I'm a grown up woman " I say remembering today is my birthday. I turned 20 today.