Bridget Jones's Diary Novelas e Histórias

“This must be important.” Bridget, dressed impeccably as always and exuding an air of diva-like confidence, didn’t bother with pleasantries. She strutted into his office, her leather boots clicking against the tiled floor, and plopped herself down on the chair across his desk without asking for permission. Sliding off her oversized sunglasses, she placed them dramatically on his desk. Her eyes, deep and piercing like a desert bloom, locked onto his, making Hunter momentarily swallow his confidence. “Not really, Hidalgo,” Bridget said nonchalantly, brushing invisible dust off her designer coat. “I just need a juicy story for my next publication. Nothing unusual. Surely, you’ve got something b

"What did you say about Prescott just now?" Bridget instantly turns red, her fork freezing mid-air. Sasha, of course, has no problem stepping in, swiping a strand of brown hair from her face as her dark eyes gleam with delight. "Well, that’s actually something Bridge here wanted to tell you," she singsongs, practically vibrating with excitement. Bridget groans, eyes darting between us before finally caving with a deep breath. "I—I…" she stutters, before finally blurting out in one rushed breath, "I got engaged to Jordan."

I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me... As Owen read through, no words could best express his bewilderment. This...this...this is Zoriana's diary! It obviously was not meant for anyone else to see but for the man she'd marry! What's Liam doing with a personal property of Zori's? Fine, they're dating but they aren't married yet, are they?

The assistant was grinning from ear to ear, still unaware of what had transpired. However, Britny was on the brink of rage at this point. She snatched the bottle, opened its cap, and poured the ice-cold mineral water on top of the assistant’s head. Then she threw the empty bottle on the ground, lifted her foot, and stomped it with her high heel. ‘Oh, you are good, Mimi Norton! You’ve managed to make Elias Burnham so hopelessly devoted to you. Just you wait, I’m gonna make your life a living hell!’

Would I at least make it to his bedroom? Me- She was thinking about seducing Atlas. Dexter- But she didn’t. Me- Are we sure? Dexter- I could smell she was a virgin dim whit. But, honestly, STOP reading her diary. She is going to be so pissed you read her private thoughts. Me- Hey she fled from a chosen mate and gave me shit for a chosen mate. I want answers and she is in a coma. Dexter- Yeah, because you can’t recognize crazy. Me- Bridget never ever gave me any reason to believe she was nuts. Her mom handles Abby with so much respect. I mean they live three doors away. Daniel is very loving toward Abby and Lucy sees it.

She immediately went to her room, dropped her bag on the bed, and took off her dress, leaving only her bra and panties on, with each step accompanied by a new thought. "Will Taylor even have a slight crush on me? But if someone hasn't made love for a long time, they can easily be swayed by anyone. Are you sure?" She pondered to herself as she entered the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she removed her bra and pants, observing her reflection. Bridget had a fuller figure with ample curves, unlike Larisa, who had a well-proportioned body, cute face, and seductive eyes.

At each return Nicholas made, Jessica cheered, while Bridget smiled at the camera. But then, Bridget’s attention shifted toward Julian. Something dangerous sparkled in her eye. She was definitely up to something, but what? She wasn’t even really part of the play anymore. None of us were. Everything now was between Nicholas and Julian. Yet, Bridget still stumbled forward, tripping over a possible divot in the sand. As she fell forward, she shouted, “Oops!” Just like that her top fell down to her waist, exposing her two large breasts, nipples and all.

Alex’s eyes flicked to hers, questioning, but he said nothing. In the marble guest bathroom, Bridget locked the door and leaned against the sink. Cold water stung her face. She stared at the flushed girl in the mirror, her lips still swollen from earlier, eyes wide with the same reckless hunger that had started all of this. *What am I becoming?* One text to Jake could end everything. Her father’s company. His friendship with Alex. Her fingers shook as she typed: *Don’t. I’ll be there.* She deleted the message instantly, heart slamming. Then she splashed her face again, fixed her lipstick, and walked back out like nothing was wrong.

Just as I reached the door, my phone buzzed. A message from Valentina. “Did you see? I’m the one Luca really loves.” “Someone like you—someone even your own family hates—doesn’t deserve love.” Attached was a picture. Luca was peeling an apple, his expression gentle and focused. Valentina sat beside him, smiling like she owned the world. I let out a bitter laugh and shut off my phone. At the airport, before boarding, I pulled up the home’s security footage. I sent Dad and Marco the video—

I say. Her eyebrows lift, fractionally. "Okay." She leans against the doorframe, arms folding across her chest, and studies me like I'm a problem she's been assigned to solve. "Bridget's at home right now crying into her phone because she doesn't understand why the boy she's been riding for three years suddenly feels like a stranger she invented in her head. You want to tell me what I'm supposed to say to her?" "That's not something I can script for you."