Felix And Bridgette Novels & Stories

Demitri, his brothers and Prince Evan joined us in our table with Father, Orion, Lucia and her parents, Aunt Amelia and Uncle Benedict. I then started explaining to my newly found family what I had went, how I met Demitri and how I became the crown princess of Solterra. They all were surprised, of course except Orion and Lucia because they had known it all along. Demitri also announced to everyone that we are getting married as soon as possible.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of h

As I speak, I pout my lips a bit, playing the pitiful man who is being kept away from his princess. “Haven’t you missed me?” Maybe I was pushing it, but I couldn’t deny that I was a little bit lonely without her presence these past few days. I guess you could say that I was getting comfortable in this new life we shared, and having her beside me was the most natural thing. “Or am I the only one who has been suffering?” Growing quiet, I wait as Brielle stares at me, an unreadable look in her eyes, and when her expression softens and she leans forward, I know that even if she isn’t saying it, somewhere in that heart of hers I was beginning to find a place.

And it wasn’t me. And it certainly wasn’t Dominic. --- At breakfast, I barely touched my food. I pushed the eggs around my plate, then gave up pretending to eat. Dominic strolled in as usual. His sleeves rolled up, hair damp, expression blank. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from me, as if nothing were amiss. I dropped the bracelet onto the table between us. He glanced at it, then back at me. No words exchanged. “Do you know where this came from?” I asked.

Bridgett The water in the pool suddenly felt ice cold. I stared at the tablet screen Paul was holding. The flickering image showed my mother, weeping into a handkerchief, clutching my sister’s arm for support. They looked pathetic. They looked like victims. "My daughter Bridgett is a vulnerable young woman," my mother sobbed to a reporter from Channel 5. "She went to that mansion for a job interview and never came out! That monster has her! He has my grandchildren!"

Gwen began but got Interrupted. Phoenix nodded head at her. "I'm fine," she said to Gwen and sat down on the floor. "I got married to Ariadne against his father's wish and gave birth to our first son, Edgardo, who became a torn on our flesh. The gods blessed him with powers and he uses that to his advantage, then we didn't know he was born with magic. He was a stubborn child who wants everything and if nothing ever goes his way he either kills or burns that person. It wasn't easy back then to have a child you can't control, and that made us get scared of him. He killed a lot of people, I don't want to even remember the past." She slowly began and stopped to take a deep breath.

The audio started with static, and then my own voice cut through the speaker, clear and sharp. "We signed an agreement when you took over the guardianship. I am your surrogate bride to satisfy your family’s inheritance requirements... If last night is what you required to fulfill my role as your surrogate bride, then we can consider it part of the contract." Then, there was a brief pause, followed by the sound of Damien's voice, raw and shouting. "I do not care about the contract! ... You think I want to be your business partner? ... No more contracts. No more business partners."

He and Bethany had been outside, both couples hidden from themselves by the cover of the night. “Go! Go!” Felix ordered as he watched his mother and stepfather dash into the house. If they weren’t on the second floor of the building, he would have considered just jumping and sprinting to the car but a drop from the height was sure to result in a broken bone or two. When they had successfully inched their way to the corner of the house, Felix helped Cassie up by steadying her head. She had just safely made her way to the roof of the mansion when two heads popped out of the window that they had just crawled out from.

Raphael feigned a hurt expression as he blinked looking at Emm “Does little treasure not like great maternal grandfather anymore?” “We do… we do…” Emm raised her head and nodded vigorously, without realzing that Raphael was mucking around. Bridgette was still massaging her chest, trying to calm her racing heart; her pale face slowly regaining colour. Raphael recovered much quicker as he was used to the two treasures antics although he couldn’t still get used to it, but this was Bridgette’s first time, and she couldn’t breathe as she couldn’t fathom the consequences if Chris was a minute late or if his calculation missed by a fraction of step. How could she know that this grandson of hers wou

Katelyn hums, “Bridget is upset she can’t find the last two puzzle pieces. She even said she is worthless and a failure. I have tried to tell her she isn’t, but she isn’t listening to me.” With my head still resting on her shoulder, Wyatt gently pats my back. “Hey, Bridget. I’m the alpha here and if I say you aren’t a failure, then you aren’t. You have helped us to find several of the people we have been looking for. Now stop this nonsense right now.” Ford’s worried voice makes my heart skip a beat, but I still don’t move from Katelyn’s embrace or lift my head. “What is wrong with Bridget? She was fine when I left her this morning. Did something happen?”