Bridgette Miraculous Novels & Stories

The cool breeze was blowing gently across the street of Lavender as always that certain Wednesday evening as Bridget trailed the path home. She haven’t felt like this in months because she had always fought with all her might to not get yelled at. Of all time, her monthly visitor had to show up during the exams and the cramp was so bad because she fed on so much junks thanks to the excessive studying and staying up late into night. She really tried hard to read amidst the terrible cramp but it didn’t work out that well so she ended up dropping in her first position for the semester.

'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."

Even with the heinous background, Bridget is celebrated as the founder of witches and even dark magic. Bridget was the first of many executions done in Salam, Massachusetts on June 10th, 1692. Bridget was one of three people that were put on trial. She was accompanied by Sandy Flemings, and Dorthy Parris. In total, over 200 men and woman were innocently found guilty with 19 executed. One person was crushed, five died in jail and the rest were hung.

Misty warned. Bridgette froze mid-reach. “Right, right. Wouldn’t want to ruin perfection.” Then she spotted a cameraman nearby. “Oh—are we filming? Let’s get that again. From this angle. It’s better.” Lexi snorted quietly. “You’re such a natural, Mrs. Murphy.” Bridgette gave her a wink. “I learned from my daughter.” Down the other wing, things were calmer. Trent stood in front of the mirror, shirt half-buttoned. “How long do I have?”

And no one would know how she met it. Were all her prayers meaningless? Were her hopes nothing but cruel illusions? No savior was coming. She would die here, unseen, unheard. “What a crybaby,” Bridgette mocked. Her father grinned with pride, pleased to see his daughter inherit his ruthlessness. Watching his little princess torture another woman filled him with twisted satisfaction.

As it is, no one could see him except, of course, me. All they could see is an hovering dragon. "Don't move, Megan." He ordered and I stopped. I was just few feet away from Mrs Spears and the mansion's entrance. "You don't need to try anything funny." I watched him control bricks with his other hand. Those bricks hit the workers that were running around the house. Dead bodies kept increase. The sight I hate most - "But too late, Sage." I half yelled as I ran towards Mrs Spears, pulled her down with me to dodge the charging bricks and we disappeared into the mansion. I released her from my grip and I noticed she had lost consciousness.

she said. "Oh ok" I said. "Oh before I forget. My dad got me tickets and told me to give you and Ella. They are tickets to Miami-" I was cut off. "MIAMI" Liz screamed. "Yes" I said, laughing. "What's the occasion?" she said as I handed her the ticket. "Grace, his second child, is celebrating her birthday next week Sunday, you know two days from now" I explain. "WHAT! 2 DAYS. THAT'S LESS THAN ENOUGH TIME" She screamed.

Magdalena grunted, turning away from the woman. “Now that’s not true is it?” Said a familiar voice, causing her to go stiff. “The fuck?” She growled, turning on the woman that seemed familiar. “I believe you know me as Bridgette.” She said, getting Magdalena’s attention. “I remember you. From the support group. So is this how you choose to spend your time? Attacking your fellow survivors?” She sneered, trying to hit a nerve.

Is this the place? I look at the small white house with black shutters while I recall the image from my mate’s mind. Yep. I’m still amazed that Bridget was able to do this on her first attempt. It did take some time, but looking at it as a whole, it really didn’t take her too long. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she could still concentrate and find someone. Truthfully, I believe this person is the one the Supreme Elder was talking about being a pawn, but others think he is a bishop. However, she won’t confirm anything until we bring the individual back.

Mr Dark and his secretive missions; I will never be yours I said holding his hand tightly. Looking down from such a height is making me feel unsteady. Yet It's an astounding experience, I am thrilled to discern the view below us, as the helicopter passes through the gloomy blue sea, the water seems to lighten up with life looking all shiny and new. As if it has brushed with the first rain.