Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Every muscle in his body taut. He looked like he was barely holding on, and I hadn’t even started yet. Maybe this was going to be even better than the books described. Good. For once, I wanted him to be the one losing control. I could do this. I’d written about it. Fantasized about it. Read about ladies who did it to lords and lovers. But fantasy and reality were different things. In my journals, the maiden was confident. Seductive. Knew exactly what she was doing. And wasn’t forced to choose between sex and death.

" He tossed my bridal bouquet aside and strode out of the chapel. The guests below had seen this play out too many times to count, yet they couldn't help but complain. "Lillian White just can't take a hint, can she? Isn't she embarrassed? He obviously doesn't want to marry her. She's so pathetic!" "How many weddings has it been now? She may still want to get married, but I'm tired of showing up. If it weren't out of respect for Commander Shaw, I would've gone up there and teach her a lesson myself." Every word from the crowd pierced my chest. I stared at Evan's figure as it blurred through my tears, and the emotions I had been forcing down finally broke loose.

I looked at the warlord standing before me, looking into amber eyes that seemed capable of stripping away every lie I had ever been forced to tell. "My fiancé betrayed me," I said flatly, every word falling like an iron drop against the stone floor. "I caught him in his bedchambers with my younger sister, Elizaveta. When I brought the truth to my father, he did not punish them. He dissolved my engagement, gave my former fiancé to my sister to save her reputation, and registered their betrothal in the city ledger." Hati remained completely still. Not a single muscle in his jaw twitched.

"Why would she feel uncomfortable?" Damian retorted, "She's my wife." Even with my vision hazy, I noticed the confusion in Adrian's eyes, but he remained silent. Damian lifted me into a bridal carry that I couldn't resist because of my numbness. "A married woman flirting with a single man, and you're still with your husband on vacation? Aren't you ashamed? " Damian commented. I regained my senses and looked at him, "The nerve! What do you mean, flirting?” I scoffed, “Wasn't it you who started flirting with someone in front of me?"

"I'm Bridget. Damon's first girlfriend." "I'm Bethany. Damon's current girlfriend." Two people could play at this game. Bridget smirked and pursed her lips as if fixing her lipstick. "Good luck keeping him. He's a player and a half. I was back in his bed a week or so ago. The sex is just so good. I swear I'm an angel until he's around. He has this way of turning all of us into needy sluts. Odd really." Bethany moved around her, pushing into the bathroom and muttering 'excuse me' as the other girl laughed loudly. She was in Damon's bed a week ago? That wasn't possible.

That would double the travel time, assuming the entire route was even passable by cart. “Fanny!” Fann flinched and turned his scowl towards the stream of women coming from the lady’s anteroom. The adjustment to his name as well as the shrill voice told him he likely had another reason to leave the meal as soon as possible. Sure enough, Beatrice was leading the group. Her ample bosom bubbled up over her bodice, almost spilling out as her bouncing steps hurried her towards him. Her hair was as straight and yellow as straw and her features were a bit plain, but she was pretty enough with makeup on. Most of the allure was her bosom and the ample curve of her backside. She was a good lay if he ga

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

Finn fell silent. His assumption was, indeed, accurate. Annie truly liked Denis. Perhaps all his thoughts about the relationship between Annie and Denis were correct; both of them had a mutual attraction, but because Annie was Finn's fiancée, they couldn't come together. Finn was the obstacle on their path of romance, he sadly contemplated.

Something about the question made her chest tighten. ‘The extension of your marriage contract,’ Alex replied. ‘Three additional years. Cohabitation, a potential….’ Lucien let out a short dry laugh. ‘An heir?’ The word was almost mocking,Evelyn felt something twist painfully in her chest. ‘I’m supposed to tie myself to a failing company for another three years,’ Lucien continued, his tone hardening, ‘because Arthur Sterling can’t manage his own businesses?’ Silence stretched, Evelyn’s heart racing. ‘Arthur Sterling was reportedly very insistent,’ Alex added quietly. ‘He claimed it was the only way to ensure family stability during the transition.’

For the first time… A tiny crack appeared in that perfect dream. ⸻ Back at the Hayes mansion, Vivian was busy flipping through bridal magazines. “This one is beautiful,” she said happily. “Imagine walking into the ballroom wearing this gown.” Sophia barely looked up. “Mom…” Vivian smiled. “What is it, sweetheart?” “Have you ever met Damien Blackwood?” Vivian shook her head. “No.” “Then how do we know what kind of man he is?” Vivian laughed dismissively. “What difference does it make?”