Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Ellaine accelerated in order to catch up with her. “Why are you here?” Margarette asked her with worry spread over her face. “I want my box back!” “There’s no way you can retrieve it!” “There’s no way I would lose it!” In the end, Margarette gave in. “Suit yourself.” The older woman led her to the bridge which boarders Dela Paz and Malaban. Ellaine remembered Aunt Caroline’s story about Hazel and Jonathan’s daily ritual of just sitting there with contentment. The sun had just set and the surroundings were just so dark that Ellaine found it difficult to run. The bridge was deserted and the air was cool against the skin. People were probably inside their houses eating supper or already tucked

"Lambert, this is Miss Ophelia Winter. Her father is the Minister of Finance, and it's quite an honor that she's attending tonight's event. You should make her feel welcome." Lambert, clearly irritated, replied, "Father, I'm not the host of this party. Shouldn't Heloise be the one taking care of the guests? Besides, Lydia and Wythe are waiting for me. I don't have time." Ophelia was quite a beauty by conventional standards. With her long, wavy hair and perfectly sculpted features, she looked like a real-life Barbie doll. In fact, she was mixed-race, which only added to her allure.

"Vivian is such a beautiful name. Serena, I haven't met the right person in all these years. I truly envy you—married to someone like Mr. Blackwood and mother to such an adorable child." The envy in her voice was genuine, even if it masked deeper jealousy. "You'll meet someone perfect for you too," Serena responded kindly, clearly pleased by the compliment. "There's nothing to envy." When dinner was ready, Eleanor finally emerged from her study. Her sharp eyes immediately assessed Olivia, noting the careful styling and expensive accessories. Being something of a fashion connoisseur herself, Eleanor immediately recognized the scent hanging in the air. "Serena mentioned you have a good job now

“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

Her gaze fixed on the winding drive that snaked up from the village below, where mist still clung to the hedgerows. She wore a simple ivory blouse and long skirt, her dark hair loosely pinned, a few rebellious strands framing her face. Hope had painted a soft flush across her cheeks, making her look both ethereal and fiercely alive. “Ely,” Elena asked softly, approaching from the doorway, “are you waiting for George?” Eloise turned slowly, her hazel eyes alight with a quiet intensity that belied the storm within. For the first time in days, a genuine smile curved her lips, warm and radiant, chasing away the shadows that had lingered there.

“I know I've already told you that at least ten times since I picked you up from the hotel room. But seriously, Elsie. You look like a model.” “You're too sweet, Ollie. I have to admit that I feel a little weird wearing this dress, though,” Elsie said, as she played with the pearl bracelet that hung loosely on her wrist. “But I'm flattered that you like it.” “Please wear it every single time I see you,” he joked. “It's either that, or the green scrubs. You can choose.” Elsie chuckled as she swirled the red wine in her glass. She may have been a country girl from a small farm town in the middle of nowhere, but she sure as hell knew how to look and act classy.

she noticed a ghost of a small smile from Craig that kindled tingles in her belly. "The Benjamin, Nathan. He's Beth's complete opposite; a tough little thing in a shy carapace," Eloïse shrugged. "That's pretty much it about my family." "You omitted." Eloïse tilted her head, thoughtful. "I want to know about Eloïse. She is my anticipated interest." The mentioned blushed. "You know all that there is to know about me, I assure you."

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.

I looked at the side that had the mask and nothing, there was not a single scar that showed she could have worn a mask. Does that mean they were lying, and she was pretending to have a scar all along? At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. I felt my heart twing with so much distrust as I looked at her. “I am the princess of DarkEast Moon pack Elodie Martin.” She bowed a little and not only I but everyone in the room seemed to be erupted by her soft speaking and the calm way she carried herself. I blinked twice and again, there was no way this was the same girl that I had seen, that one had a mask and…

I said to him with a look of playful disappointment. "I love my job," he said and looked up to check the surroundings. My eyes fell on the waiters that held trays of champagne and wine. "I want one," I said to Igor. He nodded and flagged down one of the waiters. I happily took a glass of champagne and thanked the waiter before downing it and returning the empty glass. "Igor!" A beautiful woman approached us. She was slim but healthy slim not Victoria secret slim. She was dressed in a gold sequin dress that stopped at her knees and accentuated her figures. The dress matched her eyes that held sparks of gold and complimented and light brown hair.