Bridgette Tdi Novels & Stories

Dex said. Bridgette could hear papers rustling here and there in the background meaning that whatever it was had to be something important. She tilted her head to the side and shouted in triumph when the tablet’s screen lit up. She set it to the side before digging for the secure thumb drive that had the information on it before remembering that she had something else to add to the list. “Well, you can come over. It will give me a chance to put you to work.” She said, smiling.

Although I heard Tessa’s very audible snort of annoyance, I ignored her, my gaze fixed on the leggy brunette whose image won't stop replaying in my mind, “Answer me, Bridgette. What date and with whom?” When she didn't reply, her eyes still not meeting mine, I turned to Tessa and her bunch of petrified cronies with the most polite smile I could manage, “I apologize ladies, but Ms Bridgette won't be able to accompany you tonight. She has a prior date to uphold.” My voice was clear and precise, leaving no room for arguments as I guided Bridgette towards the car. “You've got to be kidding me,” Tessa snapped, breaking free from her group, “Bridgette already agreed to go. She's a fully grown adul

Her face falls into a resting smirk as she speaks, “It was just some harmless fun.” I restrain myself from sighing. Harmless fun for Bridget usually signifies somethiing chaotic. They only met for the span of a few hours. How could she have had harmless fun in so short a time? I thought she’d be swooning half off her feet at the sight of him. “I apologize on her behalf, Tieran.” Bridget lets out an offended, “Hey!” Tieran simply gives her a glance before nodding and turning back to me, “She stole my receptionist’s car and dumped it in the backalley of some seedy club.”

She asked confused, walking alongside Callered, arm, and arm with Raiden. “Yes, I’m one hundred and fifty, the youngest one on the council.” He laughed walking toward a bench to take a break. After spending two months with Ealdorman Callered, Bridgette knew all the customs, and beliefs and had mastered all the songs, curtsies, prayers, and walks. She was completely worn out but knew it was important to keep pushing forward. On her way walking down the long corridor to visit Mrs. Watson, she spotted an Ealdorman walking her way.

(Bridgette’s Pov) Once I heard the news all day Friday, I tried to call Jake, but he didn’t answer or respond to my texts. In the past, he used to respond to me quickly. Have I lost him for good? Bridgette got up from her desk, nervously pacing the floor. “I've got to be at that wedding, but what should I do if he won’t return my calls? I know who will get me into this wedding.” She snapped her finger as a brilliant plan popped into her head. ‘Jake can’t be over me just like that. Maybe seeing me will make him think twice about marrying a client, especially one pregnant. Within a moment, she picked up the phone and made that all-important call to the one person who would welcome her with op

"Where's Troy, Bru?" Bruna shakes her head. "No idea. Didn't you check him in his house?" "I did. He wasn't in..." Bruna grins. "Let's not talk about Troy, let's talk about the interview!" she shrieks. "Ssssshhhh!" I shush her. "After class, I'll give you every last detail." I turn behind to look at Dax. "So your girlfriend didn't leak the tape after all..." "She's not my girlfriend," he laughs. "Are you jealous?"

she said softly, though Bridget was already halfway out the door. Bridget marched to the driveway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The sleek, black sports car waiting for her was a testament to her wealth and status. She slipped into the driver’s seat, adjusted her sunglasses, and revved the engine. Even in a hurry, she oozes elegance, her designer coat flowing as she sped down the driveway.

“That’s my girl. Sharp as a tack. Sit, sit, pizza’s getting cold.” They took their places. Bridget ended up across from Alexander, Elena to his left, Patrick at the head. The table was small enough that their knees brushed when anyone shifted. Bridget felt it like a live wire. Patrick passed the box of pepperoni. “So, Alex, how’s Bridge doing? Really? She won’t tell me anything. Says it’s work stuff.” Alexander met Bridget’s eyes for a fraction of a second before answering. “She’s exceptional. Intuitive. Caught things on the Acme deal no one else saw.”

THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The hum of machinery filled the Bratva’s underground tech center. Dozens of monitors flashed streams of encrypted data, maps, and flight paths. The tension was suffocating. Mikhail stood at the center, hands clasped behind his back, eyes sharp and unblinking as he watched his team work. Alexei leaned over a hacker’s shoulder, his patience thinning. Adrian sat nearby, silent, trying to act composed but his mind wasn’t on the screens. It was on Natalia.

I was sure that with the look on her face, she wasn't expecting Thane to come into my room. Thane didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there staring at Bridget in anger and I could tell because his jaw tightened. “What are you doing here Bridget?” he asked. Bridget didn’t say anything but Instead, she turned and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. “Why was she here???” Thane asked. I was about to say something when Bridget beat me to it. “She came to harass Tyla, Alpha!!! She warned Tyla to stay away from her mate.” Bridget said.