Romancing Mister Bridgerton Kindle Novels & Stories

"I like romantic thrillers and historical romantic fiction." "You like to be attracted to rakes like the ones we have in Bridgerton, right?" He gave me a cheesy glare. "Who is your favorite? The duke or the other." "Hmm, hmm" Mr Dalton cleared his throat with a cough then. I knew it was fake, he was trying to attract my attention. I had discussed my love for that movie with him hundreds of times, and there was a time I told him he resembled the Duke of Hastings, even more good-looking.

I couldn’t imagine that line had ever worked for him. He gave me a boyish smile that made him look like a charming musician that women chased after. “How about a dance instead then?” he asked. “Oh, yeah,” Scarlett answered quickly in my stead. “She’ll dance with you.” She nudged me towards him. I took his outstretched hand and his fingers wrapped around mine. I glanced at our connected hands and felt nothing. Darn, when would a man finally set off fireworks in me?

“I’m not trying to ruin your fairytale, okay? I just… want you to be happy. For real. Not for the cameras, not for the headlines, not because your stepmother wants a feature in Modern Brides of Manhattan. But you.” “I am happy.” She raised an eyebrow. “Convince your face.” I let out a laugh, but there was something tight in my chest. A flicker of discomfort. Wasn’t this what I wanted? The proposal had been flawless. Ethan had flown us to Florence for my birthday, taken me to a rooftop at sunset, and slipped the ring on my finger while a string quartet played our song. He’d said all the right things—how he couldn’t imagine life without me, how I made him a better man, how I was everything he’

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

D asked the maid who handed her the envelope. “I don’t know, Ma’am. They just told me it was for Mr. Winson Durumio.” Mrs. Durumio quickly opened and read the card. The groom’s name was written, but the bride’s name was covered—only the tattoo of a woman wearing a mask remained visible. “This is strange… Who is Franky Tuarzon? I don’t know anyone by that name. I wonder if Winson knows him,” said the matriarch as she placed the card on the table.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

This is an erotic dark romance story that will pertain to the following topics. If they are triggering, please remember to keep your mental health a priority above any source of entertainment. TRIGGER WARNINGS: -Murder -Blood -Methods of torture -Loss of virtue -BDSM -Binding -Spanking -Explicit language -Explicit Sexual situations -Exhibitionism -Sex without a condom -Gun Play -Obsession -Bullying (at a young age) If you are prepared to venture into the obsessive love Jackson Maldori has for Amara Brady then proceed with the aforementioned caution. Because although this is a beautiful story with everything from heart to heat, it isn't exactly an easy road ahead...

I say, shaking the man's sweaty hand. "Blaze certainly knows how to create an atmosphere," Mr. Richardson comments, looking me up and down in a way that makes me want to take a shower. "You're even more lovely than he described." This goes on for what feels like hours. Meet someone new, smile, compliment the hotel, move on to the next person. My feet hurt from the stupid heels, and the champagne tastes bitter, but I keep sipping it because it gives me something to do with my hands.

Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum.