Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

Derrick scoffed in a cold unwavering tone. My heart shattered at his words. “How can you say that? You were the only one I was with. You know that!” Vera let out a mocking laugh, her fingers tightening around Derrick’s arm. “Oh, please, Bridget. Stop trying to manipulate him. We all know you’ve been seeing other men. Go find the real father of that bastard and leave us alone.” My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. “My baby is not a bastard,” I said through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with anger and pain.

continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her. "Hang on, hang on. I've got the idea. I'll wait for her to respond," he said with a laugh. Arianna stayed for a few more minutes and then left since she had to feed her little one. Weston went up to his room to read the book. It seemed that the female protagonist called Annabella Darlington was twelve when she met the male protagonist Colton Fray who was eighteen. The story started the same way as theirs. Colton's twin brother Grayson seemed like a carbon copy of Hudson. Everything proceeded the same way as their love story did. On Annabella's sixteenth birthday the fight between Colton and Jordan was similar to that between him and Gordon. Colt

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Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

Completely fictitious, just like the reminder sentences at the beginning of a novel he often read, "This story is purely fictional, any resemblance of names, places, and events is purely coincidental." The drowsiness that had been plaguing Emily vanished in an instant, swallowed by her frustration with the unempathetic man who now seemed comfortable in his corner. Unfortunately, Emily felt like she was just a decoration in her own bridal room. She jotted down a series of short sentences as an expression of her feelings on her I*******m story: 'A Mannequin Bride.'

she stresses the word fiancé, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to react. That’s when I notice it—the glint of a diamond ring on her finger. The audacity. I scoff quietly, turning my eyes away. As if flaunting her engagement could rattle me. Typical Vivian. Bridget’s side glance at me says ‘take over’, and a slow, deliberate smile curves my lips. "Why, Miss Vivian?" I cut her off smoothly. “Excuse me?” she asks, startled. "Why waste your breath on such a small startup company like ours? Why are you trying so hard?"

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

She was exactly my type. I got up and looked at her, offering her a smile. "Hello, fiancee. I'm Austin Bradford." The staff next to us exclaimed in shock at once. "Wait! He really is Ms. Pearson's fiance?" "No wonder he was acting so ruthless!" He had Ms. Pearson backing him up all along!" "I don't think that's the case, though. Something feels off. We still have to see whose side Ms. Pearson is on!"

Only absolute, terrifying solidarity. "Agatha is mine," Zara whispered, the Ice Queen staking her claim on the matriarch who had terrorized them for years. "Vivian is mine," Ethan replied, his jaw locked tight. He leaned down, pressing a hard, fierce kiss against Zara’s lips. "Let's go get our little girl." Fifteen Minutes Later. The Hamptons. The sprawling, archaic Sterling Manor sat silently on the edge of the coastal cliffs, bathed in the pale light of the moon.