Bridget #trolls Novels & Stories

Bridgett The water in the pool suddenly felt ice cold. I stared at the tablet screen Paul was holding. The flickering image showed my mother, weeping into a handkerchief, clutching my sister’s arm for support. They looked pathetic. They looked like victims. "My daughter Bridgett is a vulnerable young woman," my mother sobbed to a reporter from Channel 5. "She went to that mansion for a job interview and never came out! That monster has her! He has my grandchildren!"

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

They rounded a corner, which usually would be clear, but instead a rabid dog came jumping through a window, taking him by surprise. “Crouch!” She commanded. Todd pressed the button on the side of the rifle, causing his character to lower down. She aimed and one-shot the hound, right in the head. He could not deny that it was pretty damn sexy to see how she handled that rifle, and the way she hyper-focused on the screen was doing things to him he could not put into words.

he responded, and without sparing Gretta more of his gaze, he walked away from her and past me. I glanced back at his retreating figure. That man is not normal. “Hi Gretta.” I waved in her face the moment I got up in front of her. “Dawson Briggs. How did you know him?” She narrowed her eyes straight into mine like that was going to get me to fold. “How would Michael react if I was to give him the picture I took of you talking with Dawson in a lonely corner? The same man the blog has written about you many, many times?” I bluffed, blinking at her with a crazy smile lined at the tip of my lips.

'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be? My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

The moment the door closed, the phone on the table buzzed. I picked it up and saw over a dozen unread messages, all from the fake young master, Michael. [Tony, you already figured out the bride is fake, right? Surprise. Christine and I are watching your wedding livestream right now.] Attached was a high-definition photo: Christine nestled affectionately in Michael's arms, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera. [Oh right, this was my idea. Christine said that even though you two grew up together, I'm her true love.]

“Actually, no, but you can bear witness to Jared and Aragon that the delivery did arrive. It’s the ten pounds of truffles Jared ordered. I intercepted the UPS man. Erin and I are going to take charge of the chocolate.” Nick’s brows lifted as he recalled Jared’s plan to extract undisclosed favors from Erin in exchange for the mail-order truffles. A half smile tugged at Nick’s mouth, the bit of humor amid the turmoil making things a little more bearable. “This is going to be interesting.” “Very,” said Annette. “I’m on my way to hide them.” “Don’t forget about me,” added Megan Linton. “I’m sticking with Erin and Dr. Nette. Us girls will rule with the truffles and the men will just have to drool

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

I heard Bridget and her friends laugh. "Oh god I knew you still haven't changed. Until now, you're still a snake. You’re stealing you best friend’s boyfriend? I won't wonder why your friend also trying to flirt with my boyfriend. They said, birds with the same feather, flocks together. " Said bridget. I looked at her badly. "My friend flirting with your boyfriend?" I slowly said and walked closer to her. She backed away so I smiled. "Oh why? I just want to talk to Bridget. I want to talk about what you're saying about flirting with your boyfriend." I said. She stood up straight and met my gaze.

Carlos leans toward me and whispers, “What was that about?” I smirk. “Bridget and Daniel like each other. I’m giving fate a little push.” He raises both brows in surprise. “Really? I never would’ve guessed. He acts like a vampire.” I giggle. “Yeah, and she’s like a Disney princess. But look at them… they work.” Across the table, Bridget glares at me and mouths, I will kill you. I try to stifle my laugh, nearly choking on my water. Helen pulls out her phone and types quickly. A second later, the group chat “Regal Chaos” pings.