Brimsley Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Emily quickly rushed over to help him. “Well, I want to see what he’s like. Why didn’t he just come inside?” he remarked with a playful grumble, which made Emily smile. As if she were helping her own father, Emily assisted Alistair as he walked out of the house. Sure enough, Bram was already sitting on the terrace, waiting. The young man shot to his feet as soon as he saw Emily appear with Alistair. Bram glanced at Emily, who met his eyes for a second before looking away.

He spat and jolts away. Brim wipes away the tears, not wanting anyone to see the weak side of her. She dries her tears and leaves. Evan came sitting on his chair, looking confused. "Is everything okay?" I mumbled. He nods still in confusion. "Can you believe Brim lied about having a miscarriage for me all these while, she wasn't even pregnant." "Really?" "We attended a party once. All she could do is to use the advantage that I was drunk, She lied about everything." He said as he rubbed his forehead, looking terrified.

And standing before her, Rafael forces her to confront the most painful question of all: if he is guilty, why does her heart still choose him? Brinks — “She’s on the Edge” is a gripping modern dark romance of power, betrayal, and survival. It explores the fine line between love and destruction, and the cost of trusting someone who might be your undoing. Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Diana McCoy is a woman pushed past her limits — and what she does next will change everything. *************

"Mr. Sterling thinks my apartment holdings are undervalued. Why don't you tell him about the... quality of the maintenance?" Bram stepped forward, his breath hitching as the ring bit into his skin. "The property is... meticulously managed, sir. Every detail is accounted for." Beatrice's eyes dropped to his crotch for a fraction of a second, a dark, amused glint in her gaze. She reached out, her hand sliding down his arm until her fingers brushed his knuckles. "He's a very diligent worker, Julian. Dedicated to the point of obsession. Aren't you, Bram?"

Trent snaps at Corbyn, “besides, after going with her to the dress fitting, I don’t think you need any more input.” “Touche,” Corbyn announces without explanation or remorse as he leaves. Trent looks back at me, “I know, I know,” I smile, “behave.” A grunt and a nod are all I get in response before he’s off, following after Corbyn. “Speaking of breakfast,” Brixton’s voice all but vibrates right through me, and when I turn around, the frost in his eyes freezes me where I am. He’s not much taller than Trent, but such a small thing seems like it makes a big difference standing here. His hands are braced against the top of the door frame, and where my head is usually his shoulder height, his fac

“I warned you once. This isn’t about emotions. This isn’t about family. This is war. And if you can’t play the part, I’ll find someone who can. And if you want me to show you what I can make of you, then trust me, you are going to be the one to regret it.” Her laugh was bitter. “Then do it. But don’t forget, I’m the one who’s gotten closer to them than you ever have. I’m the one who had Damon questioning his bond. I’m the one they don’t see coming. You can bring a thousand other men and women in my place, but you know that neither one of them is going to make him question himself the way that I did.”

This isn’t strategy, this is defiance. Bram is the first to fully surrender to it. He’s already halfway through a bottle, arm slung around Corin’s shoulders like it belongs there. She looks stiff at first, posture all iron and vigilance, until he says something quietly ridiculous, and she snorts before she can stop herself.

“Too late for that, little mate.” He straightened and glanced back toward the estate. The front doors opened again. Brielle stepped out onto the stone steps in a sleek black dress that clung to every curve, her blonde hair twisted into a perfect chignon. She looked every inch the future Mrs. Blackwood... until her gaze landed on Kade standing by my car. Her expression didn’t change. But something cold flickered in her eyes... something that didn’t belong on the face of a grieving fiancée. Kade didn’t even glance at her.

But Scarlett hadn't expected Bria to actually go to the location she had posted. Bria had stormed to the coordinates only to find an empty forest clearing. Fuming, she realized Scarlett had led her on a wild goose chase. Satisfied and spiteful, Bria had messaged back, dripping with sarcasm, asking why Landon—Hudson—hadn't mentioned the date. She pointed out that Hudson had been at Ewing's manor and claimed he was far too buried in territory business for romance.

"Like we're all blind." "James," their mother hissed. "Hush." "I'm just saying, if you're going to bring your boyfriend to your sister's wedding, maybe don't insult everyone's intelligence by—" "James Alexander Bridgerton, I swear to God—"