Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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.

He could smell the scent of her skin. “Cosmo, I’m your wife, your legal wife. How can you say I have nothing to do with you?” she fired back. “And besides, I almost drowned tonight because of what happened! And now you’re telling me we’re not connected?” Cosmo couldn’t answer. He turned his head away from her, but his eyes accidentally fell to her chest. Eloise was only wearing a button-down blouse, simple and casual. But because of her position and how animated she was while speaking, her chest moved subtly under her clothes, and the curve beneath was slightly visible.

, Gale said while clapping his hands. Eloisa glared at him and rushed towards him. Gale acted like he's scared of her and simply waited for her. "What are you thinking Gale? Of course, he's my father-in-law! Anyway, can we talk?", she's still a brat even years had passed. Of course, Eloisa Sherlock, the heiress of the Sherlocks company can behave anything she wanted. She's famous and rich. Even Kent Oliver Stone can't say no to her dad's request.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

It was a pathetic realization. "Honestly, I don't think the 'pitiful' look suits you at all. Why do you have to put on such a performance just to get a man’s sympathy? When your personality is trash, no amount of gold can make you classy." Olivia spoke up as she walked over to join me. Eleanor glared at us, her teeth gritted in rage. "You." She bit back whatever she was about to say, smoothing her expression into a mocking smile. "Regardless of what you think, I am Eddie’s fiancée. Take a look at yourselves, dressed so shabbily with no figures to speak of. Eddie would never be interested in a child like you. He only likes mature, sexy women like me."

Elizabeth's lips twitched at the discovery. Her rib length curly chalk-white locks swayed whilst she walked towards Oliviér, straight thin fingers holding onto a piece of her bell-shaped fair blue gown, entangled with lace materials. She only stopped before Oliviér's front, looking directly into his cat-like golden-red eyes, her plum light red lips curling into a bright obvious smile. Elizabeth nearly sniffed. What a brave lady, standing so close to Oliviér and looking directly into his eyes. Was she the only one who feared this man?

she fumbles, Eloise’s father was once a worker in the countess's household but died before he could pay off all his debt leaving the burden to her, but the countess had promised to brush it all of if she secretly works for her “I want more than this! This doesn’t mean anything! This won’t make me have Philip!” she screamed, The door then opened up to see a familiar face that had her eyes widening “Woah, Woah, whoa, go easy on the poor maiden” Thomas said as he shut the door

Impossible, Livie had had a lot of dates, she had told me herself. Of course, she hadn't dated someone for months... unless she was keeping it from me, which I thought was impossible coming from Olivia. All those thoughts were forgotten when I suddenly saw her... she passed like a gazelle down the track right in front of me, and when my impossible love finally stopped, she turned her gaze to where I was and smiled at me like the most beautiful angel, causing my heart to stumble in my chest.

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.

Eloise and Sir Phillip had been writing to each other for over a year and Sir Phillip had invited Eloise to his estate. Apparently, Sir Phillip had forgotten to mention he had two children, twins. A boy and a girl named Oliver and Amanda. Those kids were torturing Eloise when she first came, but Eloise was able to gain their trust. I continued reading and I was enjoying her book, even though I did not really take her liking to her in Bridgerton season one.