Fanfiction Bridgerton Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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!"

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.

They’d never understand. I tried not to think too long about it, but I’m done with my assignments, so there’s nothing left to occupy my mind. And that’s a problem. Because now I couldn’t escape my thoughts of them. I should hate them. I should want to hunt them down and at least hurt them for making this stupid bet. Yet, instead, I’m lying on the sofa ignoring the episode of Bridgerton I put on, thinking I could distract myself by binge-watching a program I’ve watched a few thousand times since it hit N*****x.

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?

Chapter 48: Really Hurts **Bryan’s POV** I had spent hours in my bedroom thinking over my life, over how I had been fooled by Bella and how the attraction I felt towards Christiana at the Black barrel wasn’t just a façade, it was real. She was my fated wife, my dream, my promise.

Lilian let out a breathy moan beside me, fanning herself with a hand. I nearly snorted wine out of my nose. Ava laughed and smacked her on the arm. "You came here with a partner, Lilian! Stop fantasizing over some hot male performer." "Oh, please. If I wasn't with Tavis for his overflowing bank account, I'd have ghosted him nineteen months and three overdrafts ago. I could tally up all the minutes he's lasted on top of me and it wouldn't be enough to make up one full episode of Bridgerton."

“No idea. Really, I couldn’t care either. All I care about is revenge.” She nods slowly, then smiles brightly. “Alright. I’ve saved up enough to get you out of jail if I need to. Go break a leg, babe.” I can’t help but laugh, almost choking on the ice cream in my mouth. Christie is such a dork. “Thanks but I won’t need to.” She grins cheekily. “I don’t know but this has the makings of an enemy turned lovers story written all over it. More like Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sheffield…but the note action is giving Carrie Bradshaw and Jack Berger,” she chuckles.

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."