Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story Novels & Stories

At more than 5 feet, she still has to raise her neck when talking to me, yes I'm that tall, 6ft5’ or more I think. "You look beautiful" I complimented. She blushed making her pale cheeks very red. "We should get going!" I announced and stretched my hands forward to take hers. We said goodbye to her mom and sister and left. I thought the drive was going to be a quiet one but it turns out Miss Charlotte is a Chatterbox!! Goodness Me! My ears are bleeding….. 👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ "Are you ignoring me?" I asked for the umpteenth time. This guy doesn't even want to help kill my curiosity. Who acts like this on a first date uhn?

He starts off and I zone out as I stare at my handsome mate. "I swear I'm the luckiest girl in the world." I say through the mindlink and he beams at me. "Do you Mackenzie Adelina Lathen take Aiden Joshua King to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asks and I nod. "I do." I say and I hear Adrienne and Derek hoot behind me. "And do you Aiden Jos--" "I do." He says interrupting the priest and everybody laughs.

I watched as Charlotte rose back up on her feet, meeting my eyes and waggling her brow questioningly at me as she looked back at the bracelet. Charlotte always knew what to do, perks of being the school queen bee. One reason I was surprised at the fact that today of all day, she happened not to have any idea of what to do next. I stomped one of my heel on the floor aggressively before I began pacing back and forth, feeling Charlotte's eyes on me. Today; I was thinking of begging Elena and maybe perhaps she can understand my undying love for her mate and let me have him since her father was clearly against their coming together not to talk of been mates.

Standing at 5'8", with her delicate porcelain skin, vibrant green eyes, and soft auburn hair often styled in elegant waves, she carried an air of sophistication that was hard to ignore. Born as Lady Charlotte Whitmore, the only daughter of the Duke of Ashbourne, she grew up surrounded by the grandeur of English aristocracy. Despite the expectations placed upon her, she was known for her warm, compassionate nature and sharp intellect. She had been betrothed to the Duke of Ravenshire, a man of wealth and influence, but her heart was captured by Henry Masterson, a charming American businessman who visited her family’s estate. Defying tradition, she chose love over duty and followed Henry to Ame

Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark… At the thought of his name Cassandra broke down fighting back tears. He must have seen the news. She is sure it's everywhere already. The only granddaughter of Black Hastings will be getting married to Sebastian Spenser. Will he resent her? Will he think she knew about this and plan all along? Though She and Mark had not exchanged the 'I love you' yet she is sure they're getting there. With one year of being with him, what she felt is similar to love. She must find a way to contact him. Her phone was taken away as soon as the wedding processes started.

Her hands wrapped around his well-built body as she inhaled his cologne, even though her baby bump didn't permit her to have much contact like she'd wanted. Don chuckled, handling the roses to one of the maids before reciprocating the hug. He tried not to hug her tightly too. “Finally! You're back. I'll leave the both of you alone now.” Bella sprang up from her seat with a sigh, watching the couple with a smile. Then she made her way into the house to get prepared for her date, even if she was already dressed. “What kept you so long?” Lillian disengaged after a while and pouted.

She pushed back all the fear and abhorrence connected to the name; her friend’s face was haunting her to the core. “Are you talking about Eric?” Casper grabbed the silver bars and broke into a fit of laughter. “You are so innocent, Star. Your simplicity never failed to enamor me. It's our wedding, my love. I will get rid of this animal today and marry you as my Queen.” Charlotte's blood boiled at his audacity to betray her, she struggled against the restraints, as her nails extended to tear him apart. “Don’t injure yourself, Star. Your pain hurts me.”

Charlotte felt like she was getting advice on how to handle her own problems in her own love story. "I lied to his other lovers and told them he had asked me to marry him. When he found out, he was impressed with how bold I had acted to get his attention. Then he presented to me this emerald brooch that I wear," Beatrice stated. Her expression shifted into a smirk then. "I made him wait five years for an answer whether or not I would accept it and told him if I found him with another, I would leave before he could know about it." "So, what about the harem he has now?" Charlotte questioned and glanced back over her shoulder for a few seconds towards the path they had come down.

he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen." She giggled, "Alright, can you tone that down a little?" Victor's phone rang. Shuffling into his pocket, he pulled it out and sighed, "Showing you your room would be a dream come true, but I need to leave." "It's okay," she raised a shoulder, "I'll see you around then." "No," he raised his knuckles and brushed the hair off her face, "I will see you around. Excuse me, miss," Eva stood there still stunned, watching Victor's back as he walked out the door, and he understood her; Victor's charisma was over the top, and coupled with his confidence, anyone would be intrigued.

She held the room in the palm of her hand, and she knew it. “Since you’re already making an entrance,” Charlotte said, her voice honeyed with venom, “I suppose you haven’t heard—I’m with Justin Chase now.” Gasps fluttered among the guests. Emily stiffened. Charlotte’s smile widened. “It’s amazing what the right dress and the right pedigree can do. And you…” she gestured casually to Emily, “you’re just someone Justin probably invited out of pity.” Emily’s jaw clenched. “I don’t get it,” Charlotte continued, voice louder now, eyes scanning the crowd. “First, she shows up in rags…literally… and then pretends she’s important because the Adams tossed her a bone. But let’s not forget who she reall