Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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.

"He didn't just fuck me, Bridge. He took everything." "Start from the beginning," Bridget commanded, her voice hushed now, intense. "The folder hit the floor, right? I know that project was the only thing between you and him. What did he do? Did he make the first move?" I slumped back against the pillows, my body feeling heavy and drained. "He didn't wait. He just... he hoisted me onto the desk. One minute I was explaining the footnotes, and the next, the folder was gone and his hands were under my thighs. It was so fast, Bridge. I didn't even have time to think 'no' before my body was already saying 'yes.'"

“Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Daddy to finish what he started.” The promise left me throbbing, empty, desperate. He stepped back reluctantly as we heard Madison moving around downstairs, the tension between us thicker than ever. One wrong move and everything could shatter. But the craving only grew stronger, pulling me deeper into this forbidden web. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist. And from the dark hunger in Mason’s eyes, neither could he.

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Rick said and the entire group ruptured into laughter. “Order order,” Rick said, raising his glass of wine and the noice soon died down. “Ladies, gentlemen, I’d like to introduce the house to my wife, Jane Errikson,” he said and they all looked at me surprised. “She is my start, my trophy wife and I have asked her to marry me again, she has agreed,” he said and they all seemed happy for him. Every single one of them congratulated him except one person. She was a very pretty blonde woman who had been silent the whole time, watching my every move. “Yes brother! I’m sorry for my earlier outburst my lady,” Bridgerton said, kissing my hand. “It’s okay,” I smiled at him.

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!"

Why can’t she let me return back to Malachi’s arms. “His arms are so firm. And his body is so warm. Like an oven, and he smells nice too.” I snap awake as Bridget chokes on her laughter and crumples to the floor. I can hear her words struggle to come through audibly, “It was a sex dream.” Please, let the part about Tieran being by the doorway also be a dream. I direct my eyes to the door, and it was not a dream. Tieran’s smile spreads on his face. I pull my blanket up over my head from embarrassment.

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

Myra As the distance between the carriage and the mansion widened, I felt a painful squeeze in my chest. I was the sole traveller in the beautiful carriage, the same one by which I had first arrived at the mansion, as a bride and by which I was leaving, as a woman whose husband has given up on her because she was no longer needed. No one came to say farewell. I was certain that everyone must be rejoicing. Even Alice, even she stayed away. Not even Damian. The man who kissed me and pretended to care for me. He did not even come downstairs or to my room to bid me farewell.