Bridget #trolls Novelas e Histórias

I couldn’t tell if it was his teeth or tusks that curved up from his mouth. “Prince, please forgive me. I didn’t know it was you. Oh, and this must be your mate. Nice to meet you, my lady.” Seeming nervous as he spoke, the troll named Ben bowed to us. “No apology is necessary, Ben. I would like to take my mate to a special place. May we please cross over your bridge.” Still bowing to us, the troll clumsily held out his hand motioning for us to pass. Once on the other side, Brax reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. “Thank you for being so generous. Here take this for your trouble.” Brax used his thumb and flipped the coin into the air. Ben eagerly reached for the coin catching it be

Katelyn hums, “Bridget is upset she can’t find the last two puzzle pieces. She even said she is worthless and a failure. I have tried to tell her she isn’t, but she isn’t listening to me.” With my head still resting on her shoulder, Wyatt gently pats my back. “Hey, Bridget. I’m the alpha here and if I say you aren’t a failure, then you aren’t. You have helped us to find several of the people we have been looking for. Now stop this nonsense right now.” Ford’s worried voice makes my heart skip a beat, but I still don’t move from Katelyn’s embrace or lift my head. “What is wrong with Bridget? She was fine when I left her this morning. Did something happen?”

She let out a cry as she scratched her knees on the floor. "Oops my leg slipped out .. sorry " Dimitri said with a mocking tone. Brittany who had been watching couldn't take it anymore Dimitri and Bridie were just too much of a bully. She stood up from her seat and walked towards Dimitri , side in her knew she was going to regret what she was doing but another side in her didn't care. Brittany stretched out her hand and helped Natalie up. The classmates were stunned and began mumbling. Brittany is now growing wings

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.

“I swear on everything I’ve worked for, if I find out you’re lying to me, I would make your life hell. And don’t get me wrong, I know you’re lying to me but-“ “But you need evidence”, I say, cutting in. “Goodluck with that” Bridget is visibly fuming now. I’m tempted to cower and leave but I can’t let her know the power she has over me when the truth is that she scares the living hell out of me but I’m not about to let her know that her plans to make me tremble are working. Bridget smiles, one of her chilling smiles “Fine then”, she sits back down. “Get out”

And desperate people always found someone to destroy. Brittany smirked as Trisha scrolled through her tablet. Notifications kept popping on the tab. “Fans are already talking,” Trisha said. “You’re trending. People are actually defending you.” “Of course they are,” Brittany replied, snatching the tablet. Her eyes gleamed as she read through the comments, every one that favored her feeding her ego like fire. “Now that I’m controversial again,” she said, setting the tablet aside, “brands will come crawling back. I can feel it. We’ll get calls by morning.”

“Hi, I’m Bridget—Bri, to my friends. Also, you may know me as Orrin’s ex-fiancée.” What. The. Hell.

A smirk appears on Bridget's lips. "Maybe I am.".

'Read the room, Misty,' Emma thought. "You believe everything, don't you?" Bridget said, a hint of spite in her voice. "Do you even know what it takes to get into Crestfield?" "She already did. That's what I'm telling you...like... she just received the call right now," Misty said brightly. "Whatever. I wouldn't be celebrating too soon if I were you," Bridget retorted before vanishing into the corridor. Hellena placed her hands on Emma's shoulders. "Ignore her. Don't let her ruin your day."

Hannah and I look across to see none other than Beta born campus bitch, Bridget Marshall and her gang of insufferable minions glaring at us from the seats of her shiny black BMW convertible. “Hey, losers, move your damn car out of my space,” Bridget shouts, “NOW!” Her clones all giggle in unison at their leader. “Ugh, you better not be talking to me Bitchet,” Hannah starts, “I do not have the energy for you this morning. It’s the first day of school; can’t you try being nice for just five minutes?”