Brimsley Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The content smile on my face no doubt grew strained the closer I got to my chambers. "You're late.” I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. “Some of us have work to do.” I snarked dryly, ignoring Brum's narrow eyes stare. He wore dark jeans with a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. It was undeniable, how he attractive he was. And his aura set him apart from everyone else. He was born to rule. He just didn't want to. What happened to him in that battlefield?

’ The gates groaned, opening slowly as the car rolled forward, I couldn’t help but squeeze my fist tighter, bracing myself for an attack that never took place, it seems like Ptsd from the past attack was starting to hit. Inside the mansion had this, ‘old money/ rustic’ interior that seemed to have been done in the 80s style. The faint scent of wood polish and old paintings filled my nostrils as we turned a corner. “ Josephine Beaumont?” I turn to the sound of my name, coming from a deep, thick Russia accent. A guard stood at the end of the long stairwell, dressing in a full black outfit with a gun secured by his side. Oma responded. “ Miss Morozova is expecting her.”

"Busy schedule, you know. Can’t risk being late for ma’am Bridget." "Ah, you’re scared of ma’am Bridget, huh?" Karen teased, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t worry. I can handle her! I’ll knock her down a peg or two if she gets too bossy." Hans tried to hide his amusement, shaking his head. “Yeah, she's boss–,” But before he could respond, a cool, familiar voice cut through the air. "Who’s bossy, Mr. Hans Seymour?" His heart skipped a beat. He turned to see Bridget descending the staircase, now dressed in a chic office outfit with oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. She looked like a model stepping off a runway, despite the simple attire.

The CEO of Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger, without clear terms, has officially removed one of his senior associate staff members, Miss Aimee Landon from the list, and demoted her to the position of a regular staff. This is shocking, as just a while ago, Mr. Christopher and Miss Aimee attended a party together where he was given an award, and they both looked like a perfect duo, and Mr. Christopher ended up in Miss Aimee’s apartment later that night. Is something going on in the Bridger Empire that we are not aware of? – Curiosity Blog reports.”

Sebastian and Lisa, who were the elders, were around, so she could not go overboard. Nevertheless, Gemma was trembling with anger when she saw Tony holding Myra in his arms. How dare the woman seduce Tony by leaning against him so intimately? Gemma clenched her fists tightly while suppressing the bubbling anger rising in her chest. She turned around to approach the two of them, but she maintained a calm expression. “Oh—the Stark Family? I wasn’t aware that there’s a family with that name in Bradfort City; I suppose it’s not a large family. I am sorry, Miss Stark, for not recognizing you. That was rude of me.”

Beta Brighton approached her, a wide smile on his face. “Eden, Astrid, I’d like you to meet my sister.” She eyed us skeptically, but she held out her hand. “Any friend of my brother’s is a friend of mine,” she said. “Pleasure to meet you. My name’s Brinsle.”

I knew I would have Bram and his father around me at all times but I still felt increasingly vulnerable. Bram jogged across the corridor and linked up with us as we descended the stone steps towards the grand entrance. His face was flushed with anticipation and his hair messily slicked back. Wearing a stiff white shirt and dark trousers he didn’t have the coolness of his father or elder brother. He would be useless in a standoff Fyre mused, he’s so twitchy. He grabbed my hand possessively, “hey there” “Hi, not seen you for a while”

Apparently you don't jump alone, you have to be strapped to someone and I have to battle my possessive caveman instincts when a good looking guy only a couple years older than us takes Elsie away to explain what's going to happen, his eyes raking all over her. "Hey there, I'm Bry." An older guy moves in front of me, blocking my view of where Elsie and the other guy went. "You wanna come with me?" I follow Bry, trying hard to focus on what he's telling me, but I'm ridiculously jealous when I hear Elsie's laughter from down the hallway and I'm pretty sure I'm risking my life by not listening to the guy who's chucking himself out of a plane with me, but I can't.

“I’ve called an Uber. It should be here in a minute or two. Let’s go.” Denny stepped forward, “I really think you should wait for Royal. What if Precious wants you, Famke?” “Then Royal can bring her to Famke,” Bram interrupted. “But –” “Look at my sister!” Bram finally snapped. “Look at her. She’s pale. She’s not speaking, and this is a woman who never backs down. Yet, she’s trembling. Her heart is broken. She just had her entire life and secrets spilled to a room of fifty strangers with more arriving by the minute and all she needs is to breathe. If he wants her, he will come to her but I’m not letting her stay in this clusterfuck a minute longer.”

The road to the restroom was lonely with no one seen. Just as she attempted to move away, she was held in place and Brimsley walked up to her, his hands lingering on her fair cheeks feeling it's softness. "What's the meaning of this? Let me go!" She yelled struggling to yank her hand free but was held even tighter. "I'm bored tonight. You won't mind if I have some fun now would you?" "Don't touch me. You can go look for fun somewhere else" she said to hear him tsk.