Bridget Jones's Diary Novelas e Histórias

Her eyes lit up like stars upon hearing him. "What's there to think, Daniel? Break up with her already. She was never the perfect girl for you. She was never good enough for you. I never liked her. Just break up with her and I know the perfect girl for you." She exclaimed in excitement, making him smile at her fakely. "You do? Who is it, I wonder?" He asked with the same fake smile, faking excitement. "You remember my cousin, Brittney? She has had a crush on you for as long as I could remember!" She exclaimed with a fake chuckle which he could totally see through.

"They did what?" "Your wedding date has been fixed, young lady. Are you even the bride when you're not kept in touch about what's going on?" "Where did you get the information from?" "The newspaper on that table, Hailey." She pointed at the table right in front of the large standing mirror in the room. "The lady maid brought it in some minutes ago." I scoffed because I knew Suzie doesn't read newspapers. According to her, she was too advanced to waste her time on mere papers, when she could just get her information on the internet within seconds. "I thought you didn't like newspapers? And when did you start reading them?"

She gave a smug smile and remarked, "Remember to keep your eyes wide open in the future and see who the real lady of the Yale family is! Now, get lost!" Jane promptly left with the basin in her hands. Bridget was feeling on top of the world, and her mood was incredibly content. She was determined to make anyone connected to Jennifer suffer! She had never liked Jane anyway! With her business with Jane settled, Bridget was in high spirits as she prepared to post a story, announcing her forthcoming engagement with the Lance family. However, she didn't notice that the cleaning solution spilled from Jane's basin was still on the ground. Suddenly, Bridget slipped. She screamed as she fell to the g

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.

“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.

Five minutes passed and I realized something. My bag felt lighter. Way too light No. No no no. I unzipped every pocket. My heartbeat thudded painfully. Where was it? I leaned down, checking the floor. Maya hurried over. “What are you doing? You look like you’re searching for your dignity.” “My diary,” I whispered urgently. “It’s gone.” Her eyes bulged. “NO.” “Yes.” “No no no no—” “Yes yes yes—” “CHARLOTTE. That thing has every thought you’ve had since seventh grade.”

Chapter 50 Brittany's Pov Finally our jet landed at JFK. During the flight, I'd reviewed all the plans I'd written in my diary, while I sipped champagne and imagined Adrian's face when everything finally fell apart. Firstly the public would know she's a stripper and whore nannying a three year old baby. My phone was ringing nonstop before I entered the jet. I heard it but I'd decided not to answer it. Airplane mode was my escape-no calls, no distractions. Just me and my next move.

A girl with long braids stood nearby, delicate and willowy, her fingers pinching her nose as she turned to the man beside her, voice full of complaint. I followed her gaze. The man was tall, ramrod straight, face expressionless like a statue carved from iron. Rolling my eyes, I said, "You're Blake Malcolm, right? I'm your fiancée, Joyce Cameron. Take a look at the engagement letter. If everything checks out, find me somewhere to rest."

“The florist actually delivered on time, the food was perfect, and no one got into a single argument about the seating. Arabella, you really saved me this week.” “I just followed the lists you made,” I answered, keeping my voice light even as Adrian’s hand settled on my bare knee under the table and stayed there. “Don’t be modest,” she insisted. “Adrian, tell her. You’ve been saying all day how impressive it is that she handled so much.”

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.