Eloise Bridgerton Books Novels & Stories

" I know right? Since when? ''I just wanted you to know that I prayed for you while you were gone and I think you're such a hero for....'' Unable to pretend to stand the fake gesture, I cut in. ''Maybe don't remind her of something she obviously isn't trying to remember'' Eloise gave me a grateful look but I pretended not to see. I was not her friend and I didn't want her getting the wrong idea. ''Ugh, Hi, Gabrielle. I didn't see you there'' I wore a fake smile. ''Of course you didn't'' ''I'm actually surprised that you and Eloise are getting close. It's not really a bad idea seeing the potential that she has'' ''Potential that I have?" Eloise asked. ''Why, yes, Ellie. You have gotten so pop

Whatever was blooming in my chest was uninvited and foolish, and utterly beyond my control, and still it burned hotter the longer I stood there. I should have left. Pride would have turned on its heel. Sense would have gone back to the room and shut the door, waiting for explanations that might never come. Instead, I leaned an inch closer to the shadow of the archway, holding my breath, and feeling the thrumming of my heart. Eloise's smile was radiant. “Anywhere?” She teased. “Then I should count my blessings that I was chosen by the handsome prince instead of his father.” Alexander smiled, a rarity for him, and it was like a slap in the face to see him do so for another woman.

she muttered with a small laugh. Just then, her phone chimed again. A message notification popped up on the screen. It was from Alex. He had sent the address of his house. Eloise checked the message and got up from her bed. She walked toward her wardrobe, feeling a sudden urge to dress top-notch for her visit. Her fingers ran across her set of clothes, lingering on her favorite pieces. She loved small, skimpy outfits that highlighted her figure. Then her hand landed on a long black gown, skimpy and elegant. She pulled it out and carried it toward the bed.

The words looked small on the page. They felt larger. Elaine’s tablet chimed softly. She checked it. “Eleanor met Olivia twice. Both before the wedding. One charity auction and one Cole holiday reception. No close relationship. She publicly described Olivia as ‘pretty enough and better trained than most.’” Leah made a face before she could stop herself. Richard laughed outright. “Yes. That is Eleanor.” Daniel looked displeased. “She will provoke you.” “Because she disliked Olivia?” “Because she dislikes everyone until proven entertaining.”

Yet, I can’t help but smile when I see Elisabeth coming down the steps holding books and a bag while she looks for something inside her purse. Her long dress covers every inch of her body, and I can’t help but to think of what a waste that is; she is beautiful, and every inch of her body should be on show. I walk up the steps, and Elisabeth crashes against me as she is still distracted, looking for something. “Sorry”, - she says, and when her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire in them. I know it. I pick up the books that fell and pass them to her.

But then I saw her. Eloise. She walked in with Noel by her side, the smug bastard looking far too comfortable in her presence. And trailing just behind them was Edmund, the man who seemed to take pride in orchestrating everyone’s lives, including hers. But it wasn’t just the company she kept that had my blood boiling—it was her. The way she moved, confident and poised, as if she owned the entire room. Her dress was breathtaking, perfectly tailored to hug every curve, showcasing not just her beauty but her strength. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, but what truly caught everyone’s attention was the art etched into her flesh. Her tattoos, usually hidden, were now on full display, a

He jumped into his boat and let the under butler take him back to the mightiest ship. *** Ophelia was reading through the book once more, trying to picture what Finlay had imagined when he read it. 'A Woman's Heart,' had been her favorite since her third year in finishing school, when she was sixteen. Knowing Finlay had secured that book during the time he was readying to leave, made her fall even deeper for him. She had found a quiet place to seat as she read the book from the beginning, a book she had read countless times. She never knew what it felt like to have good feelings for someone until Finlay returned after a year. Even what she felt for Stannis Robert couldn't measure up to the e

“I thought you’d be too busy managing the fallout of your best friend." Victoria’s smile stiffened. She never expected Eloise would talk back. However, soon, her sharp smile returned. “I see, you look good though. I hope your husband buys a spine along with luxuries.” “Oh, certainly,” Eloise tilted her head. “But my age doesn't require it as much as yours.” Victoria’s expression twisted darkly. She was taken aback. This certainly wasn't the same woman she knew. Yet her lips still curved, before she leaned in closer. "Enjoy your little fairytale while it lasts, dear. You certainly have his eye right now, and I’m just so thrilled for you."

Then bridesmaids, all young women from House Rosetti, walking in a practiced formation. Finally, Olyriane appeared. She wore white, which felt like a lie. A dress of pure white silk with lace at the throat and wrists, her dark hair pinned up with emerald pins. She looked like something from a painting. Beautiful and distant and utterly alone. Her father, Viscount Quentin Rosetti, walked beside her. His hand on her arm wasn’t gentle—it was possessive. A reminder that she was property being transferred from one House to another. Olyriane’s eyes found mine as she walked past.

Oliver Elsie’s lips were so soft, smooth as silk as they caressed mine. I never expected her to kiss me, and I didn’t want it to stop when it happened. As our lips moved in time, it was incredible. The warmth of her skin, mouth on mine, lit my whole body on fire. Elsie tasted like honey and figs. So sweet and tender. It was a taste I wanted to savor for the rest of my life. I had only kissed one dame before Elsie. The dame was a soggy newspaper compared to Elsie. I couldn’t imagine ever locking lips with anyone else ever again at this point.