Violet Bridgerton Book Novels & Stories

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

His gaze was a challenge, a warning to anyone who dared to cross him. The grand doors creaked open, and Donatella, a vision in a stunning silver crepe ball gown, stepped into the hall with her father, Ivan De Luca. The gown hugged her curves, its delicate straps showcasing her porcelain skin. The silver crepe cascaded down her body like a river of moonlight, its intricate beading and embroidery glinting in the dim light of the hall. Her veil was a fragile barrier between her and the world, delicately placed over her face, and her beauty was a knife's edge away from danger. The guests rose to their feet, their eyes devouring her, their whispers growing louder as they speculated about the fate

"Madam Auriele's got impeccable judgement. She wouldn't have survived here if she was an emotional fool and dumb. She definitely knows more than what we all were made to believe regarding this Violet girl. I think... She's not really a traitor. Like dude, where's the vibe? I've seen the girl around and she doesn't seem the evil type. Come to think of it, have you ever seen an evil person getting forced physically? The evil ones know how to swim in the deep and dark waters but this Violet girl... She just doesn't have that evilness to her." "You're right. I recall hearing her talk. She's soft spoken and polite... Nothing like a girl with ulterior motives! I have a feeling that that Ben framed

This is bad, I shouldn't peek. But it was his fault that he was late. Let's see what his secrets are. Violet walked inside shutting the door and looking around. Even his bedroom seemed neat. The bed was made which surprised her, the big oak table, the oak themed seemed to be going on around the house, had papers all over it. Aha, so another not perfect sign. But as she neared closer she realised even the papers had a organised theme about them. She looked at one of the drawings, not one mistake, sharp dark lines. Did he draw them with a pencil and then rule them with a fine liner?

“Okay, “ She says, “I let the driver go for the night, and I don’t want to make him come all the way here. But only if I am not causing you trouble, or... “ I get up and pick up my jacket. “Let’s go. “ We are silent as we walk towards the elevator. I don't say anything, even though all I want is to press her towards the wall and kiss her. taste her. Feel her underneath me. I shake my head. Violet is married to my own brother. My hand closes in a fist in the pocket of my coat, instead of around her. We get in the car and I catch the faint scent of her perfume as she settles in the passenger seat. Violet is as pretty as I remember her, if not more. She has this natural, casual beauty that I’ve

She collapses onto the center of her massive canopy bed, burying her burning face into a plush satin pillow. She pulls her fingers over her lips, blushing furiously as she recalls the overwhelming protective warmth she felt when Soren wrapped his arms around her waist. "Am I losing my mind?" she asks herself in a panicked whisper. "Did I mistake a business arrangement for real feelings? No, pull yourself together, Violet. This marriage is just a temporary contract. Do not fall in love with a dangerous billionaire."

“Oh, the one in pink that is supposedly dating Prince Frederick.” “That's the one,” Violet said, nodding her head. “Her dress is lovely,” Scarlett said. I smiled, feeling my confidence going up. “That's the only lovely thing about her,” Violet replied. “She's a drunk. Earlier, the Prince had to take her drink away. She was so drunk she nearly knocked over the Earl on the dance floor.” Scarlett's hand went to her throat. “No! What a disgrace!” “I saw it,” Violet assured her. She shook her head. “Our poor Frederick. He's such a troubled soul. He needs someone better than yet another American.”

His gaze remained on me, cold and unreadable, though the raw power radiating from him made every woman in the room hold their breath. "I have a sapphire with a four-hundred-year lineage in my vault. Noah, see that it is delivered to Miss Yoris as compensation. Immediately." Noah Pierce, ever the silent shadow, nodded once. I felt a surge of nausea. He was buying my freedom again, just like he’d bought my brother’s release. "Byron, you can't—" Sara began, her face turning purple. She didn't want the jewels; she wanted my ruin. She didn't want Cole’s scent anywhere near mine.

So that’s why I ended up coming back to Andrew’s mansion, escorted by the man himself who, after giving instructions to vi had returned to the palace while Damian returned to his house to bring his parents and sister as well as to get ready. I feel anxious about this brief separation as well because whenever we separate, things don’t seem to go well. But this time, there’s no threat from the High Queen and with the King’s orders, no one is probably going to create any chaos. Hopefully. “Stop sighing and frowning. You should be happy and nervous,” Violet reprimand mildly as she bumbles around her room and roots around her closet for a dress she can wear. “This is such a shotgun wedding and I

I roared, “and slap each of them as hard as you can!” Violet moved quickly. She rose from the bed, still wrapping her naked body in the large royal sheet, and stepped toward them. She slapped them. Once. Twice. Three times. They all looked shaken… but Mirella broke first. She was the softest. Smoking was the one thing she did better than anyone. She ran. She returned with the book. The words were spoken. And just like that, the mark vanished from Violet’s palm. Violet cried. She ran to me.