Bridget Jones Novels & Stories

"It all started with a woman, Kathrine Sweetz. She was beautiful, much like you and Zheme's father (Maxwell) was deep in love with her, but so was his best friend Vince... FLASHBACK--{_ _}-- Andrew was only 20 at the time, yet both him and Vince were co-operating the same company, making loads of money. Everything was set, they were both happy, forever best friends until Kathrine Sweetz walked into their office on a bright Monday morning for an interview. She was wearing nothing but a formal suit, skirt hanging loosely below her knees, a white shirt tucked beneath said skirt and a bow tie draped around her neck. It was a simple outfit, yet she managed to illuminate the whole building with no

After some thoughts, she added, "though it won't be a bad idea, anyway where are you guys going to." Ethan looked past his mum to his new bride, Camilla had turned all red. Ethan could not believe that they were girls who were still embarrassed by talks of intimacy. "We are not going on honeymoon mom. And don't ask me why." Ethan stated "Take them home, Chris. I have somewhere to go." Theresa wanted to object, but she knew her child too well. She turned to face his bride, Camilla looked like a lost sheep and even though she looked brave, Theresa could bet she was in turmoil inside.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

The air at the top obviously suits you. Bridget was on the thin side of slender. She had a huge mane of chestnut-coloured hair and very dark green eyes, set in a rather small, slightly pinched face. Her skin was tanned. She had never been seen wearing anything but white, with white accessories and hundredweights of gold jewellery, necklaces, bracelets, brooches and rings. Today she was wearing a white safari suit, white highheeled shoes with a gold motif set on the toes, and a large gold medallion dangling down between her rather small breasts.

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

Taylor, of course, interpreted her actions as genuine love, assuming she had chosen him over her own father. Confident that she had Taylor wrapped around her finger, Bella didn't fret over matters of love. She was willing to manipulate the situation to her advantage, believing that Taylor would never leave her for another woman. Her beauty had captivated him from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and Bella dwelled in the power it granted her. At twenty-two years old, Bella possessed a stunning appearance that would make any high school girl envious. Her tall, slender figure and flawlessly beautiful face had drawn Taylor's attention and affection. She took pride in her appearance, recogni

"Alice, your schedule today includes a fitting session with your designer, followed by a relaxing spa treatment. Later in the evening, you'll be attending a screening of the movie 'The Last Summer.'" "Postponed the trial and drove me to the spa first. The dire need for now" Post an hour-long drive, Skylar pulled up the car to see Monica standing by her Bentley, parked a little ways off. "Does she still afford to be here?" She motioned Alice through her eyes. Alice exited the car and remarked nonchalantly, "Mason Rex is still a big shot; with him by her side, it's no wonder she's thriving." She swapped her gaze on Monica, who was talking on the phone facing her back to them. The sight of Moni

It had become a habit of him and I didn’t bother calling him out on it anymore: Taking my mind off Alexander, I looked at Bridget. “You told me you weren’t going to make it.” She laughed. “I am just coming from the airport.” I scanned her outfit, holding back a laugh. She was dressed formally in a blue suit jacket and matching pants. She hit my shoulder lightly. “You are lucky I didn’t have the time to change. I would have outshone you in your own party.” It didn’t feel like my party anyway. Bridget was a very beautiful woman with a slender figure. Her red hair called for attention and her beautiful brown eyes were captivating. She made people shiver with just one stare. We had been friends

she said softly, though Bridget was already halfway out the door. Bridget marched to the driveway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The sleek, black sports car waiting for her was a testament to her wealth and status. She slipped into the driver’s seat, adjusted her sunglasses, and revved the engine. Even in a hurry, she oozes elegance, her designer coat flowing as she sped down the driveway.

I make a face and wave awkwardly. "You're gonna thank me later when you’re famous," she teases, posting the story without hesitation. Bridget is an influencer so she feels to need to document everything. We step out of the car. As we head toward the glass doors, Bridget gasps suddenly, grabbing my arm. "Emily. Emily. Oh my God, it’s them." I follow her gaze and almost stumble in my heels. Two world-renowned supermodels — faces I’ve seen splashed across every major magazine are in a corner of the lobby, posing for what looks like a promotional shoot. Their beauty is almost blinding.