Colin Bridgerton Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

she added with a playful chuckle. Fiona giggled in response, her face flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "There might be some sparks, maybe even a butterfly or two," she admitted, her voice lowering to a whisper. "But what if it doesn't work out?" Celine laughed along with Fiona, her sense of humor providing a brief respite from the turmoil of the day. "Listen, Fiona," she said, her voice turning more serious. "You deserve to be happy. That man is fucking handsome as hell. You better eat him up! Now answer me honestly, do you feel something for Oliver?"

Selena POV. Colin dropped the snacks on the floor all of a sudden without a word only a frown brow. " Colin, say something will you? , what really happened?" Grace mock laughing loudly, but Colin said nothing he turned on his heels and made his exist angrily. " I think he's angry!" Sonia laughed, taking a sip from her drink. " He needs to be, he deserves more than humiliation!" Grace spat angrily. " Why, you had a crush on him and he refused to look your way?"

No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette. "You look beautiful," the soft voice of an old maid who was helping to tidy her dress sounded behind her. Hazel tried to smile, though her face couldn't hide the pain. "Thank you," she whispered. But inside, there was a turmoil she couldn't suppress. This wasn't the dream wedding she had imagined as a child. No happiness, no love, no sweet promises of a lifetime together. Only the biting cold reality.

There's a faint whiff of spearmint on his breath. What is that? His cologne? It smells so... But just as the atmosphere began to take on an ambiguous tint, Maria's voice shattered the moment. The next second, I ran to my wardrobe like my skirt was on fire. Oh, for God's sake, what's wrong with me? I slap a hand over my eyes. I am actually imaging Bradyn above me, on the bed! That is too much daydreaming! Fiona Isabella Green! I spent some good time to calm down and get ready, and then I came downstairs to the yard.

“You realize your wedding is starting to look more like a corporate merger than a celebration of love, right?” I frowned. “It’s not that bad.” “It is that bad,” she said bluntly. “When was the last time you and Ethan had a real date? One without your mom planning the seating arrangement or Richard Evans barging in with stock reports?” I hesitated. “He’s been busy.” “Scarlett.” “I know.” I stirred my drink, the ice clinking louder than I liked. “I just… I don’t want to complain. Everything’s perfect. He’s perfect. He loves me. We’re building a life.”

Not that I could do anything to her, other than hurling sharp remarks at each other. ‘Of course you can't.’ Her voice was low, almost like a whisper in my head. It was all I could do not to picture a smirking wolf. ‘Stop reading my thoughts already.’ I hissed at her as I moved to stand up from my kneeling position. ‘You and I both know I can't, but I can actually try, sorry, pretend not to hear only if you behave like a good girl and agree to be Alpha Axton's bride.’ ‘Dream on.’ I muttered outloud. ‘If you don't shut up, I swear, I will shut our communication walls.’

Just this morning she was a single lady,but now she was married. After soaking herself for 30minutes she got out of the tub and got into her night wear. She then switched on her phone which had been of for almost the whole day. She had a lot of missed calls,most which was from Jane and some were from her father. Just as she was about to call Jane she received a notification from an unknown number. It contained the terms of the contract,the sender was definitely Elias. She opened the message and read through the terms 1. Both parties are not allowed to develop feelings for each other,if feelings arise they must not act on them.

He walks toward Colin, small, steady steps, completely unaware of how everything inside me is unraveling. “Come back,” I say, sharper now. He doesn’t, he stops right in front of Colin, way too close, and my chest tightens like something’s about to go wrong. “Come here,” I say again, softer. He doesn’t move, he just looks up at Colin before lifting his hand slowly, carefully, like it matters more than anything else. “Don’t—” I step forward. It’s too late, his fingers wrap around Colin’s, and Colin freezes completely still like that small touch hits something deep, something real, and my chest tightens so hard it almost hurts to breathe.