Bridget #trolls Novels & Stories

I wonder if he even noticed how hollow she looked last week when we met for brunch, like she was slipping away piece by piece while smiling for the cameras. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t care enough to ask. Now I do because this affects the narrative—The merger, press, and the damn wedding. Somewhere under the irritation, something stirs. A memory, sharp and unwelcomed. “You can’t control people forever, Damien.” My brother’s voice, from years ago. Luca, the storm I buried after he walked away and never looked back. I shake the thought off like ash from a dying flame. Selena’s not like the others, she’s not reckless. She’s quiet and she obeys. So why run now? Why with only days left?

I reached out to pull her back. Fury flashed in Lillian's eyes as she shouted, "Get out! Tonight is my wedding with Morgan. Don't you dare ruin it!" "Lillian, are you really going to do this to me?" Lillian only gave me a cold look and said nothing. Her silence was answer enough. The cold settled deep in my bones. So ten years meant nothing compared to Morgan's tears. Morgan said coldly, "You like Lily so much you'd destroy our wedding?" Faced with Morgan's accusations, Lillian remained silent, her expression frigid. The guests who'd figured out the situation grew louder in their gossip, showing no consideration for my feelings. Each word cut deeper than the last.

from Bridget. I lazily typed back, [Can't even hate. He's got the face, the body, and the skills to back it up.] Ten minutes later, Bridget forwarded me another video. That traitor actually screenshotted our chat and posted it on TikTok. The comments section was a disaster: [Okay but HOW good are we talking? Elaborate.] [Waiting for the ex-girlfriend review!] Then, a familiar username got pushed straight to the top. [So why did you break up?]

They managed to save his life, but the pills had affected his brain, and he became quite slow in his actions and speech afterward. I was having lunch when the news got to me. The news broke in a group chat with all of Bridget's childhood friends. I had rarely interacted in that group chat after being added to it, and I'd forgotten to exit and delete the chat. "Oh my god! Daryl just tried to kill himself!" "Seriously? You know, Bridget hasn't been hanging out with us since Aiden left either. Do you think Daryl tried to kill himself because of that?" "Who knows? But I still think Bridget shouldn't have severed ties with a childhood friend over a man."

‍Trust is a fr⁠agile th‌ing,​ l‌ike a g​la​ss bridge. On‌e crack,and everyth⁠ing falls.‍ ‌I‍ stood in​ the ba​ck‍ of​ the‌ police car, wrapp⁠ed in a blanket⁠, w‍at‌c‍hing the rema​i‍ns of the Caldarian Villa smolder. Darlington was talking to‍ the detectives a f​ew yards awa‍y. He looked like a‍ h​ero. He had saved the "Re‌born Bride‌." He had capt​ured t‍he villa⁠ins. But the phone in my hand felt like a pi‍ece of hot coal.

And standing before her, Rafael forces her to confront the most painful question of all: if he is guilty, why does her heart still choose him? Brinks — “She’s on the Edge” is a gripping modern dark romance of power, betrayal, and survival. It explores the fine line between love and destruction, and the cost of trusting someone who might be your undoing. Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Diana McCoy is a woman pushed past her limits — and what she does next will change everything. *************

The Ridgeview precinct's war room was a stark, no-nonsense space. A whiteboard dominated the front wall, covered in photographs of the victims, maps, and timelines. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over the team gathered inside. Detective Jane Michaels stood at the edge of the room, clutching a coffee cup, trying to steady her nerves. This was her first official briefing on the Bride Killer case, and every eye seemed to be on her, sizing her up.

What other lovely masterpiece did you bring with you to watch? “I didn’t, but I do have a N*****x account. Care to binge a show?” “What? Why didn’t you lead with that instead of making me watch a zombie movie?” “Oh, don’t get me started, you liked it.” She works the remote and quickly brings up N*****x, signs in and starts scanning shows. “So what’ll be? The Umbrella Academy, Stranger Things or The Order?” Before I have a chance to decide she decides for us. “The Order. You’ll like it. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while now. No better time than with my girl.”

I was sure that with the look on her face, she wasn't expecting Thane to come into my room. Thane didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there staring at Bridget in anger and I could tell because his jaw tightened. “What are you doing here Bridget?” he asked. Bridget didn’t say anything but Instead, she turned and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. “Why was she here???” Thane asked. I was about to say something when Bridget beat me to it. “She came to harass Tyla, Alpha!!! She warned Tyla to stay away from her mate.” Bridget said.

“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.