Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Bridgerton

As I looked at the engagement ring Damon had given me on my finger, it filled me with nothing but disgust. I struggled to take it off and threw it out of the window, into the lake outside. "What's that?" asked Bradyn. I smiled, "It's the old Fiona who died in the past." We continued our journey, but suddenly, a thought struck me. We haven't discussed where we'd be living. "Bradyn? Where are we going to live?" The next second, I realized it was a silly question. I slapped my forehead. Bradyn must have a house, given his luxury car.

Luca had insisted she give him a goodbye kiss in the elevator and the door had opened when they were almost getting lost in each other’s arms and unfortunately, Hailey had been waiting there. “I’m going to feed my imagination myself if you won’t help me. The new author’s book has been on a delusion diet. The male lead is to die for. He is so swoon-worthy that I’ve read the manuscript seven times already. Don’t ask me how I did it” She grinned and Iris snorted in reply. “I’m glad there is something for you to stick your nose in other than my business” Iris teased and laughed when Hailey’s eyes bulged out and her right hand flew to her chest in shock.

She was way too happy for the upcoming wedding between Evan and me. “I said he acted like a villain in a romance novel,” I corrected with a playful smirk. “There's a difference.” Maria held up a sleek off-shoulder gown against my body and narrowed her eyes, assessing. “Hmm. And now you’re about to marry the villain. Plot twist.” I raised a brow. “Are you calling my life a N*****x series now?” “Oh honey, we’re in season three at least,” she teased, placing the gown aside and grabbing a new one. “The divorced heiress, the mysterious adoption, the family secret, and now...the bridal arc. We’re just missing a secret baby or a twin sister.”

Not that I could do anything to her, other than hurling sharp remarks at each other. ‘Of course you can't.’ Her voice was low, almost like a whisper in my head. It was all I could do not to picture a smirking wolf. ‘Stop reading my thoughts already.’ I hissed at her as I moved to stand up from my kneeling position. ‘You and I both know I can't, but I can actually try, sorry, pretend not to hear only if you behave like a good girl and agree to be Alpha Axton's bride.’ ‘Dream on.’ I muttered outloud. ‘If you don't shut up, I swear, I will shut our communication walls.’

If that meant controlling Donatella, ending Vera, burning down everything and everyone that threatened his family — so be it. This was the Bratva. There was no room for weakness. Only power. Only legacy. SAINT PETERSBURG,RUSSIA (THE BRATVA’S EMPIRE) The hallways were silent, bathed in shadows. Natalia moved like a whisper, slipping into Adrian’s quarters where he lay asleep, shirtless, the moonlight slicing across his skin. She stood there quietly, watching him with eyes full of longing. Why couldn’t their love be simple? Why couldn’t she walk into a room holding his hand, without fear or shame? Why did loving him feel like a crime?

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

without asking explanation from ma i started my breakfast and guess wht just 2 bites and i lost my hunger . i got up from the table "i am leaving for work might get late so don,t wait for me for dinner and yeah be careful she is not allowed to go out , if anyone from my family comes no one should no about her or me being married . If she want something everything is in my room and she can,t take anything to other room and make her to shift to my room by night or i would have my own ways , which i am sure will be unbearable for her . " JUSTIN POV

“What do you want, Brisge? You don't even have permission to enter the mansion.” She laughed and spread her arms, stretching calmly. “I want us to work together. Beta Victor is looking for a warrior to be Bradley's whore's maid, and you're perfect for that,” she hinted. Her words confused me. What was this woman thinking? “Why would I do that? I already refused to be his maid, I don't want to...” My words hung in the air when Bridge interrupted, “Are you always this foolish? Keep your enemies close...” Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

Walking beside her, Tristan can feel the warmth of her touch, as if he is living in a reality where their love knows no bounds. He imagines intimate moments spent together—a cozy evening by the fireplace, their bodies intertwined as they share secrets and dreams. Their eyes lock in a gaze that speaks volumes, a silent understanding of the depths of their connection. In this parallel universe, Tristan revels in the tenderness of their love, a love that belongs solely to them. But as the scene shifts within his mind, doubt begins to creep in. Tristan wonders if he is merely a prisoner of his own fantasies, constructing a world that can never exist. He questions whether Elizabeth can truly be h