Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

It takes me a second to react to her words, being distracted by being so close to her. But then the plea in her voice, the urgency of her tone breaks through the haze. “What danger, mate?” I ask, unable to let go of her face. “Queen Titania – stars! It’s too much to explain. I’m the product of an infidelity on Oberyn’s part and she has punished my bloodline for years. You are the key to me being set free. If she finds out that we’re mates, she’ll kill both of us.” Bridget’s voice is full of fear and it’s all I can do not to run out of the room and take care of the threat to her.

She drags me even closer to the railing, her face near mine, her breath touching my cheek, warm and carrying a faint smell of wine. “If you do not promise me you will fix things with Brandon,” she whispers, “I swear I will throw you off this bridge, and no one will ever find your body. And after you are gone, I will set your younger sister on Brandon. She will be the perfect little wife you never could be.”

“Go on.” ‎“This marriage is a formality. There will be no emotional involvement. No personal questions. No unnecessary contact.” He paused. “And no surprises.” ‎Grace nodded. “I agree.” ‎For a brief moment, Nathaniel felt something was off. Her agreement came too easily. There was no disappointment in her eyes, no hidden hope. ‎Most women would have tried to negotiate. ‎She did not. ‎He dismissed the thought. ‎A middle-aged woman approached quietly. “Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood. I’m Lydia, the housekeeper. I’ll show Mrs. Blackwood to her room.”

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

“It’s just wild and it’s quite embarrassing because Caspian knew about it all these while. That was why he kept saying I wasn’t going to get married to Alexander. He knew I was going to end it with him if I found out.” “Caspian seems like an interesting character.” He was. He was relentless and he had a gun. Bridget’s eyes strayed to the watch on her wrist and I took it as a sign to stand up. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll catch up later.” She looked at me sympathetically. “I wish you could stay longer.” “Consequences of being an adult, I guess. I’ll see you another time. If you don’t have to work tomorrow, you can come over and we can drink my sorrows away.”

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuall Amara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. At least, not intentionally. She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing. Probably not quickly. There were motorcycles everywhere.

Lillian uttered without looking at her. "You know, you and my brother are so boring." Bella said as she rolled her eyes and carried the tray. "What is that suppose to mean?" Lillian asked pausing for a moment. "What if my brother had wanted you today being your wedding night?" Bella said in a smirk. "And I still don't get what you're saying." Lillian stated staring keenly at the lady in her room. "What if he decided to have sex with you as you are now his wife?" Bella said plainly and that made her cringe.

He opened his and it was a matching couple set of pyjamas. "Wow! It's so cute." I smiled. He gave me the smaller one and then, he took the bigger one. Caden smiled as he looked at the pyjamas. Caden and I looked at each other and laughed. Just then, my phone buzzed and I quickly got it. I opened my phone and when I saw it was a message from Lauren, my heart skipped. I opened the message slowly and the text read, "Don't be too drawn into the marriage. Do not fall in love with Caden Holtons. Remember that you are just a fake and substitute bride. He is mine!"

“I’m going to do it, because he’s the reason you’re doing this. Why would you marry Damien Elcot if not to get back at Malachi? He treated you like trash, scorned you when you needed his love, now you’ve snagged a rich man, just to get back at him. He has a hell of a lot of money, but I know you don’t want to be Antonia Elcot. I’m just going to have to kill the man who hurt you so much you had to give up on love and marry for money instead.” “Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m his daughter Bridget. Damien Elcot is my father, not my husband.” Bridget nods her head so quickly I know she didn’t hear me, “Yes, I know you were desperate Antonia. But,” My words finally sink in and she pauses like a scratched