Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"I take it she was leaving when she saw him. You know exactly what I'm talking about, Max. Don't make that face." "She was the maid who poured water all over you?" Rebecca asks in wonder. I clench my jaw as I glare at Edmund. I fucking hate him. I know he's married to my sister, but I hate his guts even if he did help her create my favorite human in the world. There's nothing in the world that he takes seriously, and that pisses me off. He's too much of an actor; it's impossible to tell who he really is due to his inconsistent character.

Altogether, there were nearly a thousand people. Emma sat in a carriage, looking out from behind the side curtains. She saw a young man wearing a long robe with a long cloak, his head covered with a hat to hide his face. Beneath the hem of his robe, golden embroidery was visible, reserved for nobles. He suddenly sped up and approached Emma’s horse. He turned to reveal a strikingly handsome face. Emma quickly recognized him as Edward, and she smiled warmly at him. He courteously raised his whip, urged his horse to speed up, and overtook Emma. The Imperial Guards followed closely behind.

Charlotte told me confidently. “How do you know?” I asked in reply. Charlotte gushed as she answered my question. “Boss is a billionaire!” she cried. “Let’s leave his money apart and talk about his physique. He is tall, heavily built, cute, and handsome. Let’s leave his physique and his behaviour. He is kind, jovial, and caring. He has all the traits you will need in a good husband. For someone like me, I won’t agree that we start a relationship.”

", staring at the man I was marrying. Alexander Hawke. I know almost nothing about him—his reputation precedes him, and the whispers I’ve heard from my father are far from reassuring. A man who thrives on control.And yet, here I am. His bride. Bound to him by duty, not by choice. I glance at him now. He stands by the window, looking out at the city skyline, his broad shoulders beneath the tailored suit tense. The dim light from the street below casts shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more imposing and untouchable.

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

Her eyes shifted from me to George and I’m sure she will be mind linking him as she glared at him, warning him to keep shut, but he didn’t pay attention to her, he only focused on Keith. “What happened here, Edmund, why are you not at your duty post. Did you defy my orders to go on a play date with a kid?” he asked the warrior, glaring daggers at him. I smiled as I heard my mystery man’s name for the very first time. Edmund, that’s his name. It is such a cute name for a prince charming and I fucking love it.

Elizabeth can't help but imagine what he might be like based on the painting and the aura it portrays. She envisions Mr. Dominic Bradford as a refined gentleman, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. Perhaps he possesses a commanding presence, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that reveal a keen intellect. She imagines him to be impeccably dressed at all times, his demeanor exuding confidence and grace. However, Elizabeth also recognizes that appearances can be deceiving, and she acknowledges the need to reserve judgment until she has the opportunity to meet Mr. Bradford in person. She realizes that her role as a maid will provide her with insights into his character and pref

He left soon and Rita was left all alone with the man she disliked. "Edmundo, how lovely to see you", she said, putting on a fake smile. Edmundo was a tall man with brownish hair that was explicitly cut to suit his muscular face. Though he was handsome, he was a pompous and arrogant self centered man who changes girls like he changes his suit. Rita knew all about his escapades with different girls and some of the stories behind it. She shuddered to think about what those girls had passed through in his hands.

The next moment, the man hastily intended to get off the woman named Chloe. Edward has been known as a man who likes to change partners frequently. After all, who wouldn't want to be a dating companion of Sebastian Edwardo Martin? He's a wealthy aristocrat, the sole heir of Quantum Corporation. Whatever he does always becomes the center of attention for the general public.

Edmund is so rude! "Sir! What if my nose is crooked? What if my head leaks?" I asked repeatedly. Edmund was still standing there, his warm breath still being felt. I just looked at him innocently, and this man is so dangerous. Every time I saw his turmoil in me dancing, wanting to be touched, wanting to be caressed, wishing to be pampered. Could a poor, bad girl like myself ever crave the touch of Edmund Bryan, the jerk, with all the reputation he has?