Romancing Mr Bridgerton Epub Novels & Stories

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

His huge forehead reminds me of Tweety, if you bleached him and made him less cute. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Romano.” he says, with a look that lingers too long. Dante barely acknowledges him as he guides me into the mansion. Grand staircases, chandeliers dripping with crystal, marble floors echoing beneath my heels. My chest tightens as he leads me up the stairs, down a long hallway, to a set of double doors. When they open, every instinct screams at me to run, but my body won’t move. The room is grand and drenched in candlelight. Red roses cover the bed in a sea of petals. Romantic for a bride. Horrific for an imposter.

“Have you misplaced all your other dresses, Mrs. Braxton?” “I don’t quite understand your question, Sir.” He rolled his eyes heavenward then strode to her. He gestured with his hand to her covered neck. “Planning to seduce a Puritan?” She grabbed her modest neckline, her eyes wide. “I beg your pardon?” “And well you should, but I fear your apologies come too late.” “You do not approve of my dress?” “I prefer to see the package wrapped in something more fitting to your true self. In that manner, I would be well-reminded of the true woman I married.”

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own. He took one more step and she again backed away. "Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.

I breathed, the name escaping in a voice thick with lust, one I barely recognized as my own. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and molten. He bent his head low, hovering just above one peaked nipple. “Yes, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured, the title soft now, almost teasing, before he closed his mouth over the sensitive bud, my back arched from the bed as I moaned out loud.

I could see streaks of silver on them and it looked so good, almost ethereal. I arranged his bushy dark brows with my fingers. I always found the slashes between them hot. How on earth was I expected to give up a man like this? To who? Isla? She didn't even do half of the things I did to get his attention before he finally decided to marry me and now, she was trying to ruin it? “Don't worry, Roman,” I said softly. “In a few weeks, I will be giving you some really good news.” I made sure to coax him into releasing inside me. When you're drugged, a condom doesn't really make sense to you.

“You understand, Miss Russo, that this arrangement was offered as a means of settling your brother’s debt to the Moretti family.” I nodded once. He slid a thick stack of paper toward me. A silver pen beside it. “You are agreeing to a legal and binding marriage with Dante Moretti. You will have no claim to his fortune, his name, or any estate beyond what is stated in the agreement. You will act as wife in appearance only.” Wife in appearance only. Like that meant I’d be safe. The lawyer continued reading, but my eyes flicked upward — to Dante. He still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t said a word.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

He said in an almost teasing tone. “Like I said, stay away from me. Your attention should solely be on Angelo.” He turned his back to her. “I won’t disappoint you Mr. Romano! And thanks for giving me this opportunity.” She shouted after him as he left the room without another word. Now outside the room, at the front of the door….he noticed that his breath hasn’t being steady while he was in there. There was something about the woman that nag him. She had sent him her portfolio few days ago, and she was just a normal citizen of Italy who works full time in a cafe. But for some reason, Ari didn’t strike him as that kind of person. He shoved the thoughts aside as he headed down the stairs. He w

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.