Bridgette Miraculous Novels & Stories

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

On Saturday morning, the sun was bright, and the sky was clear. It was a beautiful day to go to the beach. Bridgette was standing on the balcony thanking the Lord for blessing her and her loved ones with the gift of life. She was so grateful to the Lord for His mercies upon her life. The Lord had been faithful to her, and He had answered most of her prayers. At 8 am, Bridgette called her mother and said, "Good morning, Mommy, are you well?" Her mother was overjoyed to hear her voice and replied, "Good morning, Sweetheart, we are well. Thank you. How are you doing?

“You don’t know anything.” “Yes. Men like this.” Areej also agreed with Suzi as I narrowed my eyes at her when she added with a whisper. “Just seduce him and make him drown into you so much that he forgets he has a wedding coming.” She said without any apology in her eyes as the mansion didn’t seem like there was any wedding going to happen. Precious was just watching us moving here and there as he had perfectly become part of our family. But he had changed part these days because he went with Areej yesterday to sleep with her and she hurriedly took him with her as she tired of the snakes which were her dad’s pet. Sounds very weird but she told me that there are even more weirder things in t

She then proved that she was right in her suspicions. Mhariel is the woman who is currently in bed with her fiancé, enjoying their blissful union. When she saw her, her friend's eyes grew wide. While Dino was still standing on top of her, she swiftly shoved him away. "D-don't stop me, Mhariel! I'm almost there!" The man complained, and he was still short of breath. "Dino! Yazmin is here!" Again, Mhariel pushed her fiancé firmly. She did nothing but remain motionless while gazing at the two. Suddenly, miraculously, her tears ceased.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

Moving away from everything she had known, Jordan was grateful for Luna having taken her under her wing. As they entered the bedroom of Luna Lisette’s suite, Jordan spoke softly, “Luna Lisette has been sick for a few years, and the doctors have no idea how to make her better. It’s a strange illness they’ve never seen before. I just hope she’s able to stay awake to meet you.” A soft smile helped put Kylan at ease, shyly stepping up to her sister’s bed. Was this really happening? Could she really have a sister? Everyone seemed so sure, but what if she found out that it was an accident, and she wasn't Luna Lisette’s sister at all? What if this was all some weird dream?

I murmur before I can stop myself. River glances down at me. “So are you.” Rude. Accurate. Still rude. The path finally opens into a clearing so beautiful it steals the breath clean out of my lungs. “Oh.” Wildflowers spill across the meadow in soft waves of purple and gold. Tall grass bends gently in the morning breeze, surrounding a sparkling pond so still it mirrors the sky perfectly. Dragonflies skim low over the water while sunlight glitters across the surface like scattered glass. It doesn’t feel real, it’s untouched and sacred.

Brass handle. I struggled towards it. My arm trembling, pushing through the crushing weight of everything closing in. Angela’s laughter changed. “NO.” Her voice tore through the room. “You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to escape.” A scream now, raw and unraveling. “YOU’RE MINE” The walls slammed inward. My fingers wrapped around the brass handle. And pulled.

On the back, my handwriting read, “My first date with Vincent. He said he would bring me here every year to watch the sunset. I’m waiting.” As he pressed the photo against his chest and closed his eyes, footsteps came rushing from behind him. John was running toward him desperately from more than ten meters away, his voice torn apart by the wind. “Godfather–” John watched as Vincent glanced back at him and smiled. It was a faint one, like the last smile I had given in my video at the Empire State Building. Then, Vincent climbed over the railing, and the water beneath the Brooklyn Bridge shattered into countless golden fragments under the sunset. By the time John rushed to the railing and loo

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