Bridget Jones's Diary Novelas e Histórias

“You always know the right things to say, Enny. You're the best friend ever.” She pulled me into a hug and I patted her head softly. I was just happy that she was okay but there was no way I was going to forgive Eliot for what he just did. Bridget took another tissue from the box and dabbed her eyes gently as she tried to blot the mascara that had spread all around her eyes and giving her a wicked goth girl look. “So tell me, what has been going on between you and Anthony?” She asked, catching me off guard as I looked at her in shock.

Esther used simple words to chronicle her youthful infatuation one after another. During a time unknown to Bradley, there was a girl who had been doing everything she could to get closer to him. The delight, bitterness, sweetness, and helplessness of an unrequited crush—like a one-person play, Esther had documented all her feelings in this diary during those days of unreciprocated love.

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.

he asked, with a smile playing at the corners of his lips, his hand extending forward while Paige stared at the screen of his phone. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized what she had written in her diary when she was ten. At the time she had seen a movie where a guy and a girl who were madly in love went fishing using a canoe, and they had so much fun doing it. She had been so touched that she wrote in her diary, "When I grow up, find my prince charming and we fall in love, we will go fishing in a canoe and have so much fun together." If her diary hadn't been in her pocket, the day she was kicked out by Anthony, Zach would never have had access to her diary. She didn't even know he

Her heart did a strange, uncomfortable flip. “I hope there’s nothing wrong with my dressing,” she thought, her fingers grazing the silk of her skirt. “Is it too much? Is it not enough? Why is he looking at me like that?” They were lost in that intense, silent look - a rare moment of connection that felt almost real - until the air was shattered by a sharp, rhythmic tapping of heels. At Chloe's school CHAPTER: The Bargain The library is quiet. Too quiet. Chloe sits in a corner, surrounded by stacks of medical journals and old newspaper articles. Her eyes burn from staring at the screen.

He chuckles low and mocking while steeping closer as the scent of his cologne hits me— musky, masculine and I swear my pussy twitches. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know who's really close here.” Brian stance shifts and I can’t stop staring at the way his pants hug his thighs. Fuck, is that a bulge? No, stop it, Jane. This is ridiculous. I hate this feeling and this betrayal from my own body. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snap, grabbing my folder and turning my heel. “We’re done here.” I stormed out while my face was burning and my pulse racing.

"The gossip blogs are having a field day. Every eligible woman in New York is throwing herself at him." "And yet he's still single." "Damien Blackwell doesn't do romance. He does contracts." Sophia's phone buzzed. "Oh, damn. Catering crisis. I'll catch you later?" Isabella nodded, watching Sophia disappear into the crowd. Alone again, she allowed herself one moment—just one—to feel the weight of what she was about to do.

Third-Person POV It hadn't even crossed Bridget's mind that she could have just bought something else. She was just too lazy to think of it. Sarah had to go back to work, and Bridget was politely asked to leave. It was still pouring outside, even harder than before, and it blurred Bridget's vision. She recalled the photos that she and Aiden had taken together in their graduation gowns that Aiden still used as his phone screen wallpaper. She suddenly remembered about the graduation gowns.

JADEN’S POV The city always looked different from the top floor. Very clean and quiet. Like all the filth and desperation below couldn’t quite reach the glass walls of my office. I stood beside the window with one hand tucked into my pocket while the other lazily swirled the whiskey in my glass, my attention fixed on the massive screen mounted across the room. The wedding clip replayed again, again and again. Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world.

Only, she already knew. She sat in her usual chair by the window, bathed in the soft afternoon light, porcelain teacup poised between two perfectly manicured fingers. Calm. Regal. Untouchable. She looked like someone expecting guests to confess to borrowing a vase, not orchestrating a love story laced with lies. Michael stood beside me, shifting his weight like he might bolt. I remained seated, spine straight, hands folded in my lap, holding in the tremble. Grandma Fisher didn't glance up. “Well,” she said. “Someone say something before I assume you've joined a cult.”