Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

he studied me a moment before giving me a nod. The door of the living room opened, revealing Kathrine in an ember-colored satin dress, her blonde hair pinned to the side, and by her side, Xavier was there with his hand on her hip. He seemed utterly enamored with whatever my sister was telling him, causing a dull ache to throb in my chest.

Olima shuddered back in fret, and she could have bolted out of the door if Justin wasn't holding her left hand possessively. Justin greeted his mother with a small smile on his face, "Good evening, Mom, Dad." Mr. Emerson was still seated in the dining room chair, even as his gaze shifted and fell on the pretty young lady that reminded him so much of a woman he had tried to ask out in the past. He went into a trance, absent-minded of his wife's yelling for a while, as he remembered Zoe Adams. Mr. Emerson had asked Zoe out on a date, as she was practically the most beautiful young woman he had ever come across in the estate.

It dawned on me how the scenario looked like to her, but my thoughts were completely far from hers at the moment. "It's not what you think Katherine! I just wanted to be alone with you… and as far away as possible from that intruder," I told her. "And by intruder you mean the one and only Isabel Anthony, the heiress of the Anthony fortune, a literal goddess!" She exclaimed. "Well she is no goddess to me that's for sure," I told her. "Still, you could have told me from the very beginning before I even signed those papers that the girl you were supposed to marry was Isabel Anthony!" She exclaimed.

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

Sam said as he made a spin around her examining every angle of the dress then he looked at his assistant and clapped his hands, “Bring out the black shoes and get the makeup ready, you don’t have much time. We need to turn you into the belle of the ball. You’re still considered this month’s favorite bride while attention is still on you you need to make sure that you look the part. The wife of the infamous ex-bahelor Vincent Valory will be getting more attention than she wants from all the women who had hoped to occupy her posision.” Sam explained as he led her back into the room and started getting her hair and make up done.

"I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer." "Who are you?!" My voice cracks. I'm pulling at my thighs trying to close my legs and the invisible grip holds them apart like my resistance is a suggestion he's ignoring. "What are you?" "Edmund. I died in this bed in 1823." The hands slide higher up my inner thighs. "And you're the first woman who's moved into my house whose body called to mine before I even touched her." "I didn't call anything, I'm going to call the fucking police—"

It amused her. Seeing Edmund in person felt almost surreal—like a character stepping right out of a story. He was undeniably attractive, the kind of effortlessly good-looking that reminded her of Tom Holland. Still just as irritating, though. She had always loved his character. He had that sharp wit and roguish charm, much like Kenji from the Shatter Me series. An easy smirk that always seemed to carry a hint of amusement, like he was in on some private joke. A part of her had to physically restrain herself from blurting out a request for an autograph. She might wake up from this miserable real dream soon. In a casket deep under six feet maybe.

“I had been expecting you! You’re partner called ahead to give me a notice. Welcome! I’m Father Able Bishop, the Priest of Citador Cathedral. But I bet you already knew that.” “Hi!” I shook his outstretched hand, unable to keep the smile out of my face at his humorous attitude. “I’m happy to meet you Father. I spent my entire childhood here, so it would be an honor to be able to wed in this Cathedral as well.” “Ah! Yes, your fiancé mentioned.” His smile was big and warm, more welcoming than that of my entire town’s people combined. “A pleasant lady she is, your fiancée.” That had me pausing. “You know I’m marrying a woman?”

He’s just a selfish egocentric man who doesn’t care about anything but his interests. “You’re disgusting. Stop trying to give her a bad reputation just because I’m choosing her over you. Don’t stoop so low.” Her thoughts were interrupted by his deep dark, and menacing voice. “Excuse me?” Camille gasped in disbelief, pretending to be calm, and trying to control the anger in her voice but failed to hide her disappointment. “I can’t believe you think of me as such an insidious woman, even after years of marriage.” Fredrick pointed his finger directly to her face, “I regretted the day I chose to marry you. I know everything now, you are just a gold digger who is after my money. You were given ev

I look elegantly hot. Blowing them a kiss, I got out my room and was surprised to see Edam waiting for me. He bowed as I curtsied, "What brings you here?" shrugging his shoulders, he answered, "Well, Carol says you have to go to the dinner in style," he smirked, winking at me. I look up at him, his hair shone red in the warm light. His blue eyes were accentuated by his long eyelashes. He almost look like a model. I had to stop myself admiring them. “You dress up pretty well. We will really arrive down in style.”