Bridgette Miraculous Novels & Stories

A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts. “Mrs. Blackwood?” Margaret called from outside. “I’m awake.” Margaret entered carrying a breakfast tray and several newspapers. “Good morning.” Emma smiled. “Good morning, Margaret.” As Margaret placed the tray on the table, one newspaper slipped onto the floor. Emma bent to pick it up. The moment she saw the front page, her eyes widened. There was a full-page photograph of her and Damien dancing together. The headline read: “THE ICE KING MELTS? DAMIEN BLACKWOOD STUNS HIGH SOCIETY WITH HIS MYSTERIOUS WIFE.”

“I…” “You let me believe you.” Her breathing came out uneven. “I told you something that I never told anyone. I let you see a side of me that nobody else knows, because I thought for one second that you could actually understand me in a place like this one. But how pathetic am I?” She let out a bitter laugh and looked away from me. “How dumb was I to trust that whatever you said was true?” “Nikita…”

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

And in that moment, I knew that I was safe, that I was protected from the cruelty of the world. Bridgette's face was a vision of loveliness, her skin smooth and unblemished, her eyes bright and shining. Her hair was long and dark, cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. And her smile, oh her smile, was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the darkness and making everything seem bright and beautiful.

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” Bridgette didn’t turn to look at him as he watched her worriedly. She took a deep breath of air and sighed, watching the warm air float out on the early morning breeze. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I finally got her to talk to me…. Her name is Heather… She doesn’t have any living relatives… Santiago is a married man… it was his wife that was ordering the maids to lace her food and water with the abortifacients…." She whispered.

I managed to maintain my spot and is now known as the 'Business King' worldwide. Miracle and I are blessed with two more children after Blythe. Blythe is now an older brother to a three-year-old sister, and a three-month-old baby brother. They are growing so well, and Miracle and I are trying our best to raise them as a good person one day.

Leaving behind the turmoil lodged in her heart, leaving behind the condemnation that broke the pulse count. Slowly Bridgette lifted a leg to carry her body backwards. Feeling not enough. She quickly turned around. Wanting to leave, she obeyed the request of her head that acted as a suffocating suggestion. Run! It was only one, two steps before Bridgette's movement was forced to stop by the greeting behind her. "Hello, Mommy Bri." Mommy Bri... Her head echoed at the call from the Oracle. Mommy Bri... was Bridgette not wrong?

my head hit the earth with a huge force and I was taken by the darkness. The rain fell unceasingly and I turned to the bed looking for the soft body that I knew was there, but what I found was something cold, my heart sank in the chest and I opened my eyes rising. Bridget was there with her huge belly up, lying the same way she’d gone to sleep, but now her eyes were open and lifeless, her skin was as cold as death, and her heart was not beating anymore.

I toss back. “Oh, I am so glad the three stooges are down to two, I can't do this,” Kesly presses END on my phone. Bridget starts to stir. “Hey, sissy,” I say as her eyes flutter open. Bridget puts her hand to her head. “My head hurts.” “I know sweetie, you have been through an ordeal,” Mom tells her. “Annabelle! I can hear Annabelle!” Bridget zones out and listens to Annabelle. As she does, Bridget’s face changes, until I see a tear fall down her face.