Bridgette Miraculous Novels & Stories

As she cried and begged, her elbow knocked against my emerald bracelet with uncanny precision. The bracelet snapped cleanly in two and clattered to the floor. It was my eighteenth birthday gift from my father. "Veronica!" Furious, I tried to push her off me. The moment my hand brushed against her sleeve, she suddenly clutched her stomach and screamed. "Ah! My stomach hurts… "Catherine, why did you push me? I know you're angry, but this baby is innocent! He's not going to come between you and Lex. Why would you try to hurt him…"

Tears rushed to her eyes as she laughed. "Not funny. Thats a shit explanation for all of this." she said lowly. "Sis, its not a joke. We are being dead serious. I am a new immortal. I was made into an immortal recently and only realized it when I found my Agapitos." Bridgette explained as she squeezed Axels hand. She laughed again, "Still not buying it." She stated still waiting on more.

I shake my head but she doesn’t let me speak, she asks again, “Are you sure, Antonia?” I shake my head more firmly and I see her calm down. Bridget is a wonderful personal assistant, but she switches into mama bear mode if she thinks something is wrong with me or something has harmed me. I have to pull her out of that mode sometimes, and the best way is always with work. I speak in a calm tone, “I couldn’t get the Moon’s Tears Fabric yesterday.” I see Bridget actively go into work mode as she brings out her tablet. She passes it to me and I read the news headline on it, ~Unexpected Treasures in Rare Places.~

Seems bridgette currently knows of Freya's feigned attacked and unconciousness. Her continous assistance seems wierd and habours hidden activities. Shouldn't be wierd because Freya is her best friend right?. But it is because Bridgette is a selfish bitch. She performs no action without future profits. Her best friend is no exemption towards her selfishness. Am certain freya traded a valuable item or secret for Bridgette's assistance. Freya gradually composes herself besides me. Despite steadiness and so called composition, her feets frequently wobbles and expresses weakness.

I turn toward the sound, already smiling. Bridget stands center stage, backlit by violet lights and holding a mic like a pro. The crowd quiets as they turn to face her. “I just want to say how absolutely incredible this night has been,” she says. “Emily Carter, designer, mother-to-be, icon—has not only given us a show tonight, but a story. And now, in celebration of this incredible journey, I’d love to share a little tribute video we put together. A glimpse behind the scenes of the genius that is Emily.”

Jocelyn was afraid that Zion would be moved by Jennifer, so she quickly butted in, "What about Bridget? Ever since she miscarried and after the whole ordeal at the ball, she had been in a terrible mental state! Are we going to ignore the suffering she's in?" Zion hesitated again. Bridget was also his daughter. Having suffered a miscarriage at such a young age, what would she do in the future? After all, Jennifer and Bridget were not on the best of terms. It was hard for him not to suspect that Bridget's miscarriage was related to Jennifer. Jennifer nervously looked at Zion, waiting for his answer. She didn't want to be an abandoned child. Just then, Maxwell's phone rang. After scrolling thro

“I will get you out of here. I promise. But we have to complete our mission. Phoenix and I have to secure the Seelie army’s support against Lucifer.” Bridget gives a little hiccupping sob but bites her lip so that nothing more escapes. She swallows back the fear, locking it behind a wall. I can see her building it brick by brick – her eyes turn flat, her shoulders straighten, and her breaths even out. In that moment, I feel a confusing mix of pride and sorrow for my mate. She’s strong, extremely strong. But what has she been through that demanded that she built that strength?

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She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

Straightening, I turned to leave, but they moved faster, blocking the doorway with practiced precision. "Well, well," Bridget sneered, crossing her arms. "Look who it is. Miss *Miracle Worker.*" Taylor smirked, leaning against the wall like she had all the time in the world. "Tell us, Aurora," she began, her tone dripping with fake curiosity, "what kind of black magic did you use to get to where you are right now?" I blinked, confused. "Excuse me?" "Oh, don’t play dumb," Bridget snapped, stepping closer. "There is no way Caleb would ever date a girl like you unless he’d completely lost his mind."