Romancing Mister Bridgerton Kindle Novels & Stories

I was reading a book in the balcony, trying to refresh my mind, and get ready for Donald’s sentencing the following day when I smelled Connor’s perfume. I tilted my head and smiled when I saw him leaning against the door frame. He was smiling when he looked at me, and in his hand was a bouquet. "Still reading the deal of the gentleman?" he asked, leaning toward me. I blushed as I closed the book and got up from the couch. "You know the Bridgerton books are my favorite. So, how was work?" "I missed you," he answered, kissing my forehead. "I couldn't do anything without you crossing my mind every second. So, I am here to ask you out on a date."

Impatience surged and boiled within him. “I don't care whose mistress she is now,” Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. “What matters is that her body is still enticing.” Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed. “If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now.” Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below. Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

Shelly dropped her fork and knife to the table with a bang. “No member of the Tremont family shall ever deign themselves to someone this uncivilized,” she declared. “Whoever Smore’s bride may be, she will be nothing short of being prim, cultured, and of a standing befitting the Tremont prestige! She will not do anything close to what you’ve described!”

“Miss, you can’t,Mr. Martins is…he’s in a meeting!” “Great,” I replied. “Let him throw me out himself.” Before she could intervene, I flung the glass door open. And there he was. William Martins, chill, sharp, and infuriatingly attractive as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Our eyes locked, and he halted. Not shocked at all. Just annoyed. Like I was a pesky fly. “Jane Mark,” he said, his voice slow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.