Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her best friend, Fiona gushed smiling up at Emily. “You look fabulous in it and trust me everybody is going to be staring at you! Ems, I think you're going to be the bride of the year!” Her other friend, Celine joined in. “Period!” They all chorused before bursting into laughter. “Oh my gosh, I've been dreaming of this day for so long. I can't wait to see Liam and get married to him and create little beautiful babies!” Emily jumped up excitedly, turning around to admire her reflection. “This is literally my fantasy coming to life!”

So I simply collected a glass of champagne from the edge of the tower making up a fountain before glaring at my fiance and swallowing it down quickly. From the outside looking in Andrew Fraser was a dream for any young girl to find viable for a marriage prospect-forced or not. He was the heir to a whiskey fortune, educated, and handsome enough. But for those who knew him as I did, being bound to him for any duration was a sentence. I was without a choice as it was time to pay my dues as a Brady. It didn't mean I had to smile. At least not all of tonight.

“If you withdraw the challenge, there is no need for either of you to get hurt. My parents have a firm and hard stance. I have chosen Marcella. I’m falling for her.” I stand a little taller. He said it out loud, he is falling for me. Fran- You won him! Me- I know! He really is all mine. “I thought you loved me,” Bridget is whining now. “I did! I was all in, but you were not. You wanted me to drug my mate? How fucked up is that? You plotted to make me go rogue? I thought you loved me. I was wrong. So even if you win, don’t think you will ever have all of me.”

Although I only asked her to take care of Silas, let alone get married, I could already imagine her reaction upon hearing this. Kathryn was always the first to stop me whenever I tried to do some good for my parents and my twin sister. Although I know her words are not wrong, I almost never listen because I believe I can handle it well. Sure enough, Kathryn slammed the table and stood up after learning that I was marrying Marcus Johansen instead of Eulalia. “Ernesta, you, are, crazy. How can you trade your happiness for someone like that?” “If not, what do you think I should do?” I gave a wry smile. “Kathryn, they use Silas, what other choice do I have? You know what Arthur can do.”

He steps up to me, icy grey eyes burrowing holes in mine. “I will never be married to you forever. Five years. That's it.” “Aw, baby, a lot can happen in five long years.” I hook an arm around his neck and press my body into him. “Who knows? I might even carry your babies. Give the Cross family a grandchild…” My free hand trails a line down his abdomen but he pulls free before I touch his crotch. “Babies aren't part of the contract. Neither is sleeping with you.” “Yet you do it anyway, because you like it.”

Watching the way he frantically dashed out to look for Helena, I muttered under my breath, "What a lunatic!" Frank was sitting on the couch, completely unbothered. Feigning annoyance, I asked, "Why didn't you help me out?" "I'll be by your side as long as you need me, Victoria. Whatever you want to do, I'll have your back," Frank replied. My eyes softened as my lips curled up into a smile. … I was leisurely enjoying my afternoon drinks in the living room when a piece of news on the phone caught my attention. Jason's scandal of drugging me and switching his bride had blown up. The internet was full of curses aimed at them.

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

Mira froze. Then, in perfect deadpan: “Of course he’s a duke.” She stumbled out of bed, the floor tilting beneath her bare feet. Her body moved with the kind of grace that clearly belonged to someone else. Her brain, however, was still the same one that used to stay up until 3 a.m. writing fanfics about rival knights secretly in love. “Oh, this is bad,” she whispered, clutching her temples. “I’m inside some noble lady’s body, I have a husband, and my brain is full of BL scenarios. If this man is remotely handsome, I’m doomed.”

It had the Blackwell seal. She thought it was about her job. Maybe an offer for catering. But when she opened it her hands shook. Inside was a contract. A marriage contract. Her eyes ran over the words. Her name. Damian’s name. Darius’s name. Two signatures waiting for hers. Two husbands. One bride. Her body went cold. She thought it was a cruel joke. But then a man in a black suit appeared Damian’s assistant telling her that both brothers were waiting for her answer. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to scream. But how do you refuse the richest, most feared men in the city?

Dante challenged exhaustedly, he couldn't understand her petty grievance. "That your actual groom-to-be and dearly beloved Sebastian ditched you at the altar..?" He suggested nonchalantly and watched her flinch at his words. "I bet our dear Anna would have loved that bit of information very much" he scoffed. "Not that everyone else doesn't already suspect that" he added in an aside, even As he felt her go still and very quiet beside him. He could see the pained look in her eyes as she bit her lower lips and dropped her eyes to the beautifully embroidered table cloth but he ignored it, trying to focus on spooning some of the spicy aromatic broth from the platter that had been set before them.