Bridget Jones Novels & Stories

‘Anything I can do to help? Bridget smiled. ‘Sadly, no.’ What was wrong with her? Any woman would have jumped at the chance to get to know this bloke; he was gorgeous. Broader and quite clearly more muscular than Andrew, he nevertheless wasn’t Andrew, and her heart belonged well and truly to one man. ‘Okay then.’ He flashed her a smile in return. ‘Well, I’ll be on my way then. Oh, my name’s Monks. Jackson Monks.’ ‘Bridget,’ she said as a reflex. ‘Bridget Clarke.’

Hannah and I look across to see none other than Beta born campus bitch, Bridget Marshall and her gang of insufferable minions glaring at us from the seats of her shiny black BMW convertible. “Hey, losers, move your damn car out of my space,” Bridget shouts, “NOW!” Her clones all giggle in unison at their leader. “Ugh, you better not be talking to me Bitchet,” Hannah starts, “I do not have the energy for you this morning. It’s the first day of school; can’t you try being nice for just five minutes?”

She wanted to apologize to her boss for leaving the company without notice. She again closed her eyes. She had already been crying, so it hurt. It didn't take her long to fall asleep completely. She imagined herself walking down the aisle in her bridal gown. As he awaited her in front of the altar, Dino smiled. The scene where the priest announced their union immediately came to an end. "You may now kiss the bride." As she awaited Dino's kiss, she beamed and closed her eyes. He gradually removed the veil from her face. A sweet kiss touched her lips. Her smile widened as she opened her eyes.

After that, we went back to our respective rooms to get ready for school. The island also has a school where only selected people are allowed to enroll - rich people. First and second-generation rich kids to be specific as far as my knowledge serves me right. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you our new student, Chloie Clarkson. To those who think she comes from a wealthy family like you, no she isn't. However, she works at the Bridgerton's mansion as the young master's new nanny." says our professor. "So, let's all welcome her with a round of applause."

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

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.”

When she arrived home, Bridget and Jocelyn were waiting in the living room, expecting a call from Daniel Zito. "Mom, do you think Mr. Zito has found Jennifer and… Ugh, I'm getting anxious! Why hasn't he called us yet? Shouldn't he just agree to let me be the second female lead already?" Bridget lamented, her eyes filled with greed. Jocelyn squinted and said, "Calm down. It's only past 11 pm. Mr. Zito is known for being a playboy. He wouldn't let Jennifer slip from his hands."

Bridget had been attending an event at Eldorra’s New York consulate, as was required of the Princess of Eldorra. That’s right. She was an honest-to-God, real-life princess, second in line to the throne of a small but wealthy European country. She looked the part, too. With her golden hair, deep blue eyes, and elegant bone structure, she could’ve passed for a young Grace Kelly. I hadn’t known who Bridget was when she, Jules, Stella, and I found ourselves assigned to the same suite freshman year. Besides, I would’ve expected a freakin’ princess to have a private room.

I shake my head but she doesn’t let me speak, she asks again, “Are you sure, Antonia?” I shake my head more firmly and I see her calm down. Bridget is a wonderful personal assistant, but she switches into mama bear mode if she thinks something is wrong with me or something has harmed me. I have to pull her out of that mode sometimes, and the best way is always with work. I speak in a calm tone, “I couldn’t get the Moon’s Tears Fabric yesterday.” I see Bridget actively go into work mode as she brings out her tablet. She passes it to me and I read the news headline on it, ~Unexpected Treasures in Rare Places.~

When it was connected, she said, "Aiden, why didn't you tell me that Bridgette was a billionaire?" The smile on Aiden's face froze. He thought his mother had called him to find out if he had arrived safely at the university. His face darkened and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about? I didn't know that Bridgette was a billionaire." His mother was fuming with anger and replied, "Bridgette is a famous painter, and she is the youngest billionaire. Why did I send you to school if you don't even know how to read newspapers?" Then she hung up the phone.