Novel & Cerita Eloise Bridgerton Books

Natalie announced as she walked into her room, she was ready and looked so pretty in her simple yet so beautiful bridesmaid dress, both she and Grace were her bridesmaid. "I can't believe the bride is still not ready," Grace said as she walked in to, she had a similar style to Natalie, Grace had cried so hard when she had found out what happened only after everything was settled, she had been much too busy that she had turned her phone off to concentrate on studies and passing her semester exams and she only heard about what happened three weeks after, she had beaten herself up for not checking up on them and promised that it won't happen again, of course, Natalie didn't let her see the end

Eli had taken her back to the castle and the Royal Seamstress and her girls different, from the ones she had last time, were there to take her measurements and start making her wedding dress. It was obvious Eli was impatient, but that only made her even happier. He left her alone with them afterwards, as they talked about what glamorous style would be perfect for the occasion, his own ideas not getting any support. Then they had dinner, and he gifted her books after. These gifts were so much, she wished she had something to give him in return. The day had gone smoothly, the night too. Almost too smoothly. Eli was busy with a lot of work in his study right now, giving her the opportunity to s

She forced a smile, a practiced, distant smile, and said, “Sir, I’ll do whatever you ask. But there’s one thing you should know: I don’t drink, and I don’t sell my body.” A gasp echoed from someone in the room. It was a sound of shock, disbelief. Eloise’s reputation had once been built on grace and poise, the epitome of high society. To hear her say something like that… it was nothing short of scandalous. Gloria stood frozen, watching the unfolding scene with a sick feeling crawling up her spine. The man whom she had somehow enlisted for this ridiculous charade, was a stranger. His presence here felt out of place, his role in this drama unclear.

Sick The wind hurled against the dusty wooden window of the shop as I stared at the Jane Austen book in my hands. It's the soul-piercing story of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth from Persuasion. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever – Jane Austen

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“I know. Even a blind man can see the chemistry between you two.” “He never talks about his ex.” “That's because he doesn't have one,” Eloise explained. “You're the first woman to ever capture my brother's heart.” Wait! He was a virgin that night? I swallowed hard. “I love your necklace,” Eloise said. My hands darted to the jewelry, a smile curving my lips. “Nathaniel bought it for me today.” “Nathaniel is such a gentleman, has always been since we were kids," she said.

There was only one person that she could always talk to in that family, but couldn't anymore. Eloise tears her eyes away from the empty space of her bookshelf that contains the Little Women book and her eyes land on her cousin. She shook her head and gave him an innocent smile. She tied her hair into a low bun as she wore the copper wire bracelet. “I'm fine. Just anxious for school and worried if I might pass or incredibly fail.” she replied before walking over to her wardrobe and grabbing a leather jacket.

I turned, my stomach lurching. Eloise. She swept in with effortless grace, her designer coat sliding from her shoulders into an attendant’s arms. Heads turned. She knew it, relished it. When her gaze landed on me, her lips curved into a poisonous smile. “Well, well. Playing dress-up with Damian’s card, are we?” My grip on the fabric tightened, but I held her gaze. Sophia bristled, stepping closer. “She’s shopping. Just like you.” Eloise’s eyes flicked to my belly, lingering with deliberate cruelty. “Careful at the party, Evelyn. Don’t trip over your gown—or the story you’re selling.”

Just before she could notice my presence , I turned away from her and walked straight to my room . As I walked close to my chambers , I could smell her . This wasn’t the right time , what is she doing here? I slowly pulled the door open and I walked into the room , her smell was all over the room . I walked straight to the lamp beside my bed and turned on the lights and when I did , she was there . Dressed in a red lingering that slightly covered her boobs and also parted her ass which was also in full view to me . Eloise smiled and turned to face me while curtailing her legs together while looking at me in a seductive manner .

Now, the house stood quiet and untouched, almost forgotten by time. But Ophelia hadn’t forgotten. She knew those books were waiting for her. And it was time to go back. The next morning, Ophelia dressed simply, tying her hair back and slipping on a pair of flats. She didn’t want to be seen, especially not by anyone in the Gray family. Her goal was simple: get in, retrieve her grandmother’s books from Rosehill Cottage, and disappear unnoticed. She walked quietly through the side path lined with hedges, her heart thudding as she approached the familiar white-and-blue cottage nestled beside the Gray mansion. But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her.