Romancing Mister Bridgerton Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

She without noticing the stare picked her choice. "I want fried rice and fried chicken"she said while handing him his menu book. "What about you sir?the waiter asked. "I want what she wants"he said while still staring at her. "And a bottle of champagne please"he completed. "Okay sir"the waiter said while writing down their orders. He took the menu books and left to get their orders. "How long have you been staring at me Mr Henry?"convinced that he had been staring at her. "Since we got here I suppose.You are very beautiful.From your flowing hair,to your eyes,to your red lips.You look absolutely beautiful"he complimented.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“What?” “Do you know what romancers do?” He doesn’t give me the chance to reply, “they go out there and deceive random beautiful women like you into believing they’ve fallen in love with you. Then they lure you into the mafia’s sex slavery ring. Once you’re in there, there’s no getting out.” Mason says all these with terrifying calmness. I on the other hand, am on the verge of passing out from horrified shock. “But you see, Mira, in your case, you were not just some random beautiful girl. You were targeted.”

My lips curl into a saccharine smile, but my gaze gleams with a predatory glint. "I've always dreamed of a lavish affair, you know," I continue, my fingers toying with the stem of my crystal wine glass. "A grand ceremony, a designer gown, and a honeymoon in the French Riviera. It's all so magical, don't you think?" Braxton's response is a subtle nod as he takes a sip of his vintage wine, his eyes flitting to a couple at a nearby table engrossed in their own conversation. Their genuine laughter and affectionate gestures stand in stark contrast to the decision he finds himself ensnared in.

“You follwed me. Do you even realize how criminal that sounds?” He bows. Again. What is this? A remake of The Bridgerton series with a 21st century theme? Wonderful series by the way, but I digress. “Please accept the envelope, Miss Amani.” He even knows my name. Pushed by pure curiosity, I accept the envelope and flick it open. The moment I get the weird seal thingy off the flap, the scent of rosemary filters into my nostrils — one of my most favourite scents in the world.

She took a deep breath and sat on the sofa opposite him and he was busy with his phone and then put it on the table. While she was looking at the decoration his eyes never left her face and the way she was admiring everything. She heard footsteps and her eyes fell on the entrance . Some waiters were coming in their direction with some dishes in their hands. Her eyes never left the food which they were putting on the table. After the table was set ,she raised her head to see him but her eyes locked with him. She gulped seeing his hard expressions and thought,"what mistake have I made now?" "Maste-", she was cut off in the middle with Damien's voice.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

His tongue swept past my lips, tasting the desperate hunger that I didn’t know I had. In that moment, I knew that this kiss had just sealed my fate to this dangerous man called Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian bratva.

I complain, very upset about it. “I think four times.” “Let’s go!” Sasha snaps. Roman slips his arms beneath me, and a second later, I’m lifted into the air and carried bridal style. If it weren’t for the dead bodies in the living room and hallway, and Paula dying, and the fuck ton of shit I’ve been put through, this would actually be the one of the most romantic moment of my life. My eyes land on the woman with the blank stare, and it has me saying, “There are other women.”