Bridget Jones's Diary Novels & Stories

They're my only family in the world! Chris gripped the beach railing, his head lowered as he took a deep breath. He had read her diary. He had glimpsed that thick, enigmatic book a few times at the Thompsons', but Lena was meticulous. She never left her diary unattended—it was always with her. Thus, he had only seen its cover by chance. The diary contained Krystal's writings, filled with admiration and adoration for Nicholas. She described his heroic deeds. Lena's entries followed Krystal's.

"Don't be. If you are anxious about Bridget and my wife's reaction, don't worry about it. They knew about this. What they didn't know is that you are here today." "Really? So, is this okay with them?" I couldn't stop myself. He smiled at me. "Of course. So, smile now and breathe. Okay?" "O-okay." We heard noises from the living room shortly after we finished talking. Then I saw Bridget, who was dressed in a white silk sleeveless dress with silver cigarette heels, enter the dining area. Her hands are loaded with paper bags, while she has a Shanel purse on her shoulder. Let's just say she's stunning. In her long wavy and curly hair and flawless makeup, she looked so elegant and costly. She is

I deeply wanted to enter and comfort him, but I ignored it and walked through my door. A few days passed since I had last spoken with Aspen, I haven't seen him around the castle since then and every night I hear crashes in his room. Today Aspen's best friend Jason had a great idea for us to play capture the flag, so here I am getting ready for that. I put on a black crop top that had the words 'Adidas' written across it in white with black Adidas shorts, paired with Nike running shoes. Oh, shut up, I know what you're thinking, "why does she not wear Adidas sneakers as well" and my answer is well that would be crazy. I tied my hair into a high pony tail making sure to get every single stand i

She asks. “Ummm.. yeah could we take a break maybe go for a breather in one of the classrooms?” Beatrice takes note of my palpable discomfort and when her gaze slides to Julien’s narrowed eyes she puts two and two together. “Of course, let’s go, it’s starting to get boring anyway.” ••• “You’re a bad girl Bridget!” I shriek as laughter slips past my lips. Aware that I’m slightly inebriated from red wine. Bridget’s laugh ricochets through the classroom and she chugs the wine directly from the bottle in a very un-Bridget-like manner.

"Something's going down. My dad just called and told me to check the internet." Brian furrows his brow, pulling out his own phone. "Check what?" And then it hit me. "I don't know," I muttered, opening the browser on my phone. Immediately my thumbs were flying, and within a couple of seconds, trending topics blinked onto the screen. And there it was. Right at the top. Adopted Heiress Sparks Controversy: Brooke Family's Desperate Attempt to Merge with Eastons?"

“The point is, Alex did show emotion. Over Ava. We could have fun with this.” Oh, no. Jules’s idea of “fun” usually involved a heap of trouble and a potential dose of embarrassment on my part. “What kind of fun?” Bridget looked intrigued. “Bridge!” I kicked her under the table. “Don’t encourage her.” “Sorry.” The blonde made a face. “But all I have going on lately are…” She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. They weren’t, except for her bodyguard Booth, who sat at the table behind us and pretended to read the paper while actually keeping a sharp eye on the surroundings. “Diplomatic events and ceremonial duties. It’s terribly boring. Meanwhile, my grandfather’s sick, my brother

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.”

She really doesn’t look it. “Actually,” Bridgette says, leaning forward to whisper to us like girlfriends, even though we’re the only two in the room. “Can I ask you for a favor?” “Sure,” I say, smiling at her. “You know you can ask me for anything, Bridgette. Whatever you need.” “Do you have any…tampons?” she asks, her voice eager and girlish. She sounds every bit the middle school girl who asks her friend in homeroom for a loaner. She laughs a little then as Annabeth’s face drops. Mine does as well.

Chapter 37 . “ You look so pretty” Brittany cooed as she fixed the tiara properly on Diana's head. She took an angle brush and added another layer of conceal under Diana's perfectly trimmed brows. Diana only gave her a stiff smile that resembled more of a grimace in return. She didn't say a word. The entire room felt like a suffocating airbag with no way of escaping or getting in new air. And she wished Brittany would just stop probing her face with those torture devices also known as makeup brushes.

Of course. “And he’s also waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast. He will be late if you spend more time sleeping.” Zoe tilted her head to look at her. For someone so timid, she sure had guts. Good. At least the child would not bore her to death. “What is your name?” Zoe asked, climbing out of the bed. “Kara.” “How old are you, Kara?” “Eighteen.” “Great. She was perfect for her.” “I will take a quick shower eighteen-year-old Kara and join Mr. Trent for breakfast. Then, we can do the whole cloth selection thing. Is that okay?”