Eloise Bridgerton 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

- Josephine - Elodie looked at me for a moment, then back at Hugo. Eventually, she took my hand and led me towards him. As soon as he saw I was walking over, his devilish grin reappeared. “Hugo.” Elodie addressed him. “This is Miss Felton. She is living with us as our Father’s ward.” I smiled so eagerly that my cheeks began to ache. He took my hand, and gently kissed it. “Hello Miss Felton, it’s a pleasure to meet you. May I have this dance?.”

A moment passed, and then the door creaked open, revealing a woman—Eloise. She stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion. For a moment, she didn’t speak. Her long, dark hair framed her face, and her delicate features were soft, unguarded. She was the picture of innocence, a stark contrast to the storm that was about to engulf her life. "Eloise," Trent said softly, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "It’s time."

“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."

To them, they felt they were stealing the attention of everyone. Eloise was a friend of Monica and so she was invited. She decided to bring her supposedly incredible daughter and son in law, to brag about to everyone. Now seated and waiting for her mother to be done with her unending greeting of almost everyone, Charlotte's eyes roamed about and landed on Denzel. They dilated immediately and her heart skipped. The married woman was now staring dreamily at Denzel. I mean, who wouldn't after seeing a breathtakingly handsome, hot, unmarried, and prominent man?

She is hell-bent on avoiding him, and refuse to listen to reason. He saw her slipping further into the forest away from the party. 'Now you are making it easy for me to catch you, wild cat' Lucian smirked and followed her closely. When he is sure that there is no one around them. He made himself seen by her. Ophelia sat near the edge of the lake stretch deep inside the forest. Her green dress is short reaching mid-thigh. It hugs her body till her waist and flares out and reach her mid-thigh. A white lacy material was draped around her shoulders as a cape.

Afterward, they entered the car and drove back to their home. Olivia slowly walks to her mansion, feeling humiliated because of Damian. She gripped her hands tightly and had an ugly expression on her face as she remembers how tight Damian held Amelia's hand. She felt envious after seeing how much Damian cared for his fiancee. "That should've been me by his side!" She shouted, cursing Amelia in her mind.

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

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

“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!”