Romancing Mister Bridgerton Chapter 18 Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S NOTE : The upcoming chapters of this novel will include R-18 scenes if you're uncomfortable please do skip .You have been warned . PS : I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE TEE -HEE ♡ "Are you sure this is gonna work?" said Chelsea breathlessly as one of the inn maids helped her in tightening her corset .

“An empty glass for Piper, and for Veronica…” “Merlot,” Veronica said. “Merlot,” Bridget said. She lowered her hand to her side, which placed the notecard at her hip near Veronica. Veronica’s eyes flitted down to it. Bridget didn’t seem to notice. The servant nodded, and made her exit. “Are you excited for the challenge tomorrow?” I asked Bridget, hoping to fulfill my role in distracting her, so that Veronica could make her move. “I am,” Bridget said. “Confident too. I’m certain I have the best chance of winning the date with Nicholas. Ah, a romantic boat cruise. It will be so romantic. I can’t wait!”

Mister handsome added. I nodded as I approached the front door of Mister handsome house. I entered the password, and the door opened on its own. Mister handsome's house is stunning, and I couldn't help but stare at everything around me. The interior design is stunning, and everything screams luxury. "You've returned, lover boy." A lady's voice could be heard from afar. "Anyway, I really missed you." The voice continued, and that's when a beautiful young lady with brown hair appeared, walking towards the sitting room, but was damm surprised to see a lady rather than Prince Arthur Alanson.

I slept here so she won't fall and bumped her head here in case I won't wake up in time. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER EIGHT~

“For allowing you to continue breathing under my roof after all these years.” My lips trembled. “Thank… thank you.” “Louder.” “Thank you, ma’am.” A satisfied smile touched her red lips. “Better.” She released me and stood. “Tomorrow, you will be marrying Vincenzo Marazona.” The world stopped. Not slowed. Stopped. I stared at her, certain I had heard wrong. My ears rang. My heartbeat pounded so violently I thought I might faint right there at her feet. “I…” My mouth opened and closed helplessly. “I thought Miss Mirabella was—”

Then again, theirs was an arranged marriage and she had been utterly miserable. William smiled and stepped forward, taking her hand in his. He bowed and placed a small kiss on her knuckles. Her heart raced out of control. His masculine scent of spice seeped into her senses and overwhelmed her, making her mind whirl and the room spin. She couldn’t lose control. Not now and certainly not in front of company. William straightened, the smile still stretched across his face. “My dear Mrs. Braxton, you look lovely tonight.” His attention passed over her once again, but lingered longer on her bosom.

(31)). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 31: Obviously . “What am I supposed to do with that?” Miles threw his arms out hopelessly, falling flat against August’s bed. His fair-haired classmate just shook his head. “I really don’t understand the fuss. There’s no reason it should be that complicated between you two.” “Easy for you to say, you just stood Ryder up on your first date,” Miles spat.

Money follows money. So they say, she smelt rich and so was Marley and together, they made a perfect match, perfect enough to own a heated romance novel cover; both clinging champagne flutes with wealthy smiles on their faces in an extremely luminous ballroom with huge crystal chandeliers here and there or better still, him holding her delicate fingers against his thick chest with the other firmly fastened on the arch of her back as their beam of smiles darken each other's eyes. "Zaphrina it's not what you think, she's-" she heard Marley's pleading voice fade away with each step she took.

The answer was straightforward, without any hesitation. This instinctive response thoroughly angered Catherine. A sinister smile instantly appeared on her face. "You love him, but he doesn't love you. Do you know he already has a fiancée?!" "Fiancée?" The person in a daze furrowed her brows, "He doesn't have a fiancée. He told me I'm his first love." "How is that possible?!" Catherine's voice suddenly became sharp, realizing something was wrong, she quickly restrained herself. "You see, he chose to lie even in something you could find out. It shows how terrifying he is."

BOOK 3: Chapter 22: Caught by the Maid She chuckles nervously, shaking her head as her trembling hands fumble to adjust her nightgown, tugging the fabric quickly over her body. Her eyes flick up toward him, expression skeptical and incredulous, one eyebrow arched high. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, voice low and sharp. Adrian just chuckles, that same arrogant, deliciously dangerous grin spreading across his face. He shrugs, stepping inside with slow, deliberate movements, pushing the door nearly shut behind him.