Eloise Bridgerton Books Novels & Stories

“Until tomorrow, then?” “Until tomorrow,” Isabelle echoed, watching as he strode from the library, taking the light with him. Alone in the gathering dusk, she pressed her fingers to the spot he had touched, allowing herself one moment of foolish, painful hope before reality reasserted itself. Tomorrow he would give the locket to Amelia. Tomorrow he would move one step closer to his ideal bride. And Isabelle would stand in the shadows, watching, her heart breaking in perfect silence. “Have you heard?” Lady Beatrice’s voice carried across the salon, pitched just loud enough to ensure her words reached their intended audience. “The prince has been spending a great deal of time with Miss Ellwood

“If my memory serves my right, wasn’t your daughter a mistress in the beginning? Oh, and I hear that the original wife whose marriage she went in between, Madeline Crawford? I heard we look almost the same. Perhaps that’s why you’re speaking to me in such a tone, Mrs. Montgomery?” Eloise’s expression immediately darkened. “What are you talking about? My daughter has never gone in between anyone’s marriage. Madeline Crawford was the shameless one who climbed into my son-in-law’s bed. Meredith and Jeremy would have had a happy family long ago if it were not for her!”

"Vivian is such a beautiful name. Serena, I haven't met the right person in all these years. I truly envy you—married to someone like Mr. Blackwood and mother to such an adorable child." The envy in her voice was genuine, even if it masked deeper jealousy. "You'll meet someone perfect for you too," Serena responded kindly, clearly pleased by the compliment. "There's nothing to envy." When dinner was ready, Eleanor finally emerged from her study. Her sharp eyes immediately assessed Olivia, noting the careful styling and expensive accessories. Being something of a fashion connoisseur herself, Eleanor immediately recognized the scent hanging in the air. "Serena mentioned you have a good job now

I was stripped of my position, and my blood, Jackson—Eduardo's son—was given everything that should have belonged to me ever since he fell ill. But his days were numbered, and his facade wouldn't last long because I wouldn't waste any more time bringing him down this time. I move away from the window as my door creaks open. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. I can already smell the faint scent of strawberry and pineapple before she even speaks. It was my treasured jewel. Eloise. “My lord, you called for me?” she asked softly and cautiously as if she were careful not to annoy me. I turned to look at her, allowing my eyes to linger on her figure.

And Serena’s, on the other hand, her phone had been left behind in Caelia’s room during the rush earlier. *** "Miss?" "Wait!" Clarissa stared at her phone screen in disbelief. For the third time, her call went straight to voicemail. Her grip on the device tightened. The fitting appointment for their engagement attire had ended an hour ago, and William was nowhere to be found. "You’re really testing me, William," she muttered, her jaw clenched. A familiar name surfaced almost instinctively. Her mind raced. Her eyes narrowed. "Serena... If it’s her," she whispered darkly. "I won’t let her ruin this!"

“Mr Bates has worked for the royal family for decades. He has questionable methods but the king trusts him,” I stared at her through my swollen eye and could only imagine the rainbow of colors that would stain my skin. “That speaks volumes of the king then, doesn't it,” I said. Miss Elise placed her finger on her lips, a wheezing breath left her lips when she shushed me and she carefully opened the book and pretended to read. The door opened, and Darian stood covering the frame before stepping in.

with whatever Eloise threw at her. She knew she would be furious and Cassandra was willing to accept the consequences, whatever they would be. Before she could step out of her car, she saw some movement at the front door. Nicholas was leaving, and Eloise walked him to the door. They stood there for a moment, quietly talking. Weird, no yelling. Cassandra saw Nicholas smile and lean in toward Eloise. He embraced her in a long, seemingly affectionate hug. He waved and turned to leave while Eloise stood in the doorway, watching him go. Eloise then turned her attention to Cassandra and pointed at her to come in. The smile had fallen from her face and was replaced with a solemn glare. "Oh shit, h

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

The boat shaped neckline was lightly ruffled with white colour ribbons, and even the end of the sleeves were elaborately decorated to match it. Seeing this Eloise's eyebrows twitched, 'am, I going to a ball for goodnes's sake, its fifty degrees out and we are in a moving death trap and she wants me to dress in that luxurious outfit!' smiling she whispered, "today.... it looks like it will be quite hot, why don't we find a comfortable one to wear?" "How can it be, my lady you have to dress according to your status," the maid firmly refused.

Louisa wasn't one to get sentimental, and she jokingly said with a smile, "Alright, stop seducing me with those eyes, or I won't be able to resist marrying you!" "Who, me? Seduce you?" I snorted, picking up the unwrapped box and noticing a few books underneath. "What's this?" I asked, curiosity piqued. Louisa's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, those are mine. I must have accidentally left them in there," she quickly replied. "The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien," I read the title of the top book and flipped through a few pages. Nodding, I handed it back to her.