Brimsley Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Then she rose, shook herself out, and went to greet the day. The morning streets frothed with a restless, predatory calm. The cathedral’s steps—her steps, now—were already dotted with children making chalk wars, old vagrants huddling for warmth, lost souls and found ones all caught up in the centrifugal force of Carolina’s gravity. She moved through them, pausing to clap a shoulder, hand off a cigarette, trade some dumb private joke about the new world order. Nobody bowed. Nobody dared, but their eyes glinted with the gleam of a fresh bloodline, and the hunger to see how it would all play out. Marcus appeared from the shadows beneath a spent trolley, hair slicked back with oil, bright new sc

Bimby gasped softly, looking up with confused brown eyes. "I'm losing my mind," Ardon confessed as his dark eyes darted down to Bimby's soft pink lips. "I look at my gorgeous bride and my body freezes. She straddled me wearing sheer red silk and I felt sick to my stomach. But then… I look at you wearing a cheap shirt and I want to tear it off your skin. I can't fight this anymore." Bimby swallowed heavily as the stack of books trembled violently in his arms. He looked tremendously nervous.

He protected her, spoiled her, and treated her like a princess whom everyone envied. Annalise Prescott, on the other hand, was the orphaned daughter of his arch-nemesis' family. "Ma'am, are you okay?" Tamara forced herself to her feet, waving her hand dismissively. She wandered through the streets in a daze. On the large screen in the central square, an interview with Braxton was playing. He was dressed in a beige suit, his long legs crossed. The interview suddenly came to a stop when he glanced at his watch and said, "I'm sorry, we'll need to end the interview here. I need to go home and have dinner with my wife."

“She’s my date for tonight.” Adrian simply glared at him, and I briefly wondered why he didn’t even glance at Brianna. He seemed more occupied with his staring contest against his brother than the beautiful, elegant woman standing in front of him. Compared to her, I looked like a cold slice of ham with pointy elbows and buck teeth. I felt so inferior to her, even though I’d never had issues with my appearance before. I guess it was just the fact that I’d never stood in the presence of someone so magnificent before. And the fact that she was draped on Aiden’s arm was the double blow to my pride. "You must be Adrian,” she said in a polished and confident British accent. “I've heard so many thi

I think of Carlos with a smile on my face. "I have to show you something" Bridget says, showing us her phone. “Oh, no. Another influencer caught in a scandal?” Helen asks, raising her brows dramatically. Bridget shakes her head. “Worse. Your ex-prince charming, Emily. Alexander.” At the mention of his name, my heart does an uncomfortable flip. “What about him?” I ask slowly. Bridget doesn’t answer right away. She taps her screen and turns the phone toward us. “Watch.”

“You’re awfully worked up over a woman who’s been lying to you, son.” Vandaulf stilled, his breathing sharp. Brigs snorted a laugh. "Oh, don't gape at me. Did you think I would be that blind?" He set his glass down on the nearby table, tracing his fingers around the rim. "Lily James is not as good as she looks." A smile tugged at Brigs' mouth. "Or perhaps I should say… Ina?" Vandaulf's blood froze. He knew. Brigs Carlston knew.

“She’s got fire in her eyes and look at those tattoos. That’ll be rare tonight. We could take her together. Her body is lovely enough, I’m sure.” I internally rolled my eyes. Ugh, do better, men. Bram didn’t seem so amused. Reaching up, his fingers circled my throat, pressing gently into my skin. Disgust nearly broke through my blank expression. My magic swirled in my chest, and I gripped it with two hands, holding it back. He looked down his nose at me and smiled cruelly. “It’s the mouthy ones that gag the hardest.”

With Jasmine being the artist performing for the crowd outside for this grand event, this was the area reserved for close associates and most influential allies to the Bridgertons. By now, Chase was drowning in a sea of congratulations coming from all angles. “What's up you can't seem to take your eyes off Jasmine.. “ I heard Romano state behind me. I ignored the part where he mentioned her. “Any news? ” I asked instead, referring to the dark involvement I had with him. I still haven't forgotten the imposing threats on the Blaine diamond. It was only in moments like this when we were alone that I can bring up such conversations.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to frighten you. I have been wanting to meet you. I am Lord Owen Morton, Earl of Brinbage." She inclined her head. "Lovely to meet with you, My Lord." He took her hand and kissed it. She hadn't offered. "The pleasure is greatly mine." His thumb ran the back of her hand. It made her squeamish. Irritated, Beth snatched her hand back. He did not appear to mind. "Lovely home you have here." "Carlisle Crest is indeed lovely." She agreed. Something was about him, something disturbing, something eerie. "Lady Carlisle, the lovely element it has is you." His eyes travelled down the length of her body. "I am a gallant man who is well-known. Whenever you are not as preoccupi

Brin beams. “But I don’t think this is the one either,” I continue. Brin’s shoulders slump, and I’m the center of glares again. This happens for the next five dresses until she comes out in a mermaid dress with diamond trim. The sight takes my breath away—that’s the one. She sighs as everyone looks at me. I smile, stand, and hug her as tears form. “You look beautiful, sis!” I cry. “Is this the one?” she asks hopefully. I nod as I sob; she hugs me tight.