Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I wasn’t one to yell at the top of my voice but I found myself doing that because of a man and I hated it so much. I looked at Charlotte, she was everything a man would want, grey seductive eyes, well structured oval face and the perfect body while I on the other hand was a simple girl with no exciting facial features aside from my beautiful plump lips. “Eloise, from the start you knew you had no chance. I mean you were just his lowlife secretary who was available to do the job of being his wife when I wasn’t there and now I’m here and it’s time you pack your things and leave.”

I was not willing to take chances. When Eloise stepped away from the group to fetch her purse from the hallway table, I intercepted her. She looked up at me with a bright practiced smile, clearly pleased to be part of the wedding bustle. “Barrett,” she said warmly, “this is all looking incredible. Emily has such beautiful taste.” I nodded politely. “She does. And I appreciate you helping Charlotte. She needs comfort right now, and I am grateful for every gentle presence in her life.” Something flickered in Eloise’s expression, a brief tightness, though she hid it quickly. “Of course. Charlotte deserves all the support she can get.”

“Her name is Katharine. Most people call her Katy, but I like to use her whole name.” It wasn’t really a lie. I called her Miss Elliott all the time. He nodded. “Such a lovely name. I’m sure she likes to hear you say it.” I smirked, remembering her reaction earlier. “I think it confounds her.” He waited as I mulled over my next words. “She’s tiny and unobtrusive. Her eyes are like the ocean—so blue they’re fathomless. Everyone adores her at the office. She bakes cookies for people—they love them.” I wavered,

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

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.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

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.

Well looking at the elegant woman at the front I WS really surprised because I didn't expect her to come. Even the long lost Patricia had come, those silly days when we worked at Maggie's dinner. University days were at least fun with her around. My colleagues at the company and the kids I had grown up with at the orphanage had also come. At the front stood the judge waiting with Gale at the side. Maggie handed me a banquet of white peonies, I felt like asking her where she had got these but time wasn't on my side. Jennifer walked down the aisle first with a small white banquet of pink and white peonies, her gold dress swaying like the sun as she reached the end.

Feeling much better, Eloise’s bare feet padded softly out of her room, heading for the stairs. Dressed in a blue shirt that reaches her thigh and a half-shouldered free blouse. Her hair neatly combed, cascaded down her shoulders. She doesn't look like she's had a fever the previous day; she looked all radiant and energetic. Eloise paused, inhaling deeply to confirm if she was mistaken. She stepped down the stairs and shut her eyes, halting her steps with her nostrils flaring. The air was thick with something rich and buttery, sweet, savory, and yet refined.

The car was waiting at the gates. Brianna walked through the foyer with Dawson's hand still in hers, her bag over her shoulder, the gray dress moving against her legs. She could feel Declan watching from the study doorway. She did not look at him. Eloise was standing at the front door. She had changed clothes since the morning. A silk blouse. Tailored pants. Diamond studs in her ears that Brianna had never seen before. She looked like a woman who belonged in this house. She looked like a stranger.