Viscount Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Like how he had to agree. When he first saw her through the blinds earlier he thought she was one of the guests, but seeing her at closer range, he knew she's just a kid with a heavy responsibility to carry out. But this girl before him appeared strong, she wasn't even shedding tears. His sister, Isabella who was married off to the Davis Family cried till the day she was taken away and ever since he only sees her on important occasions only. Like tonight. He studied the figure before him, short, petite with a cute face. The green dress fitted her perfectly. He's sure she isn't even aware of how gorgeous she looks because she didn't appear to care. Her face shows how uncomfortable she is to b

This man is a teller and even his aura kept everyone miles away from him. Even the bride noticed this and she immediately left her uncle's arms and walked to him. Grabbing his hand, she asked with a trembling voice... " Who are you ? I have seen Master Nelson and you are nothing like him. " For a second, a hint of surprise came over him but it quickly disappeared without any trace, leaving his cold look and emotionless face.... He stared blankly at the little hand holding his down to the owner. He said with a nonchalant voice ", you must be my bride ? " It came like a question but at the same time, he stated the fact.

"No." "Vesper, then." "No." "Alec?" "No." Vesper turned to Damon with the expression of someone presenting evidence. "He simply doesn't want us." "I don't," I agreed. She gasped. The theatrical kind that meant she was delighted rather than offended. "I cannot believe you'd say it that openly." "I've never lied to you." She turned back to Damon. "He's become unbearable since the wedding." "I think he's adorable," Damon said. "I think he's impossible."

Though my eyes expand as I understand whose letter it is, all I can see from her hand is a letter way too familiar. “We will have to resume this session a week from now, Lady Solstice, as it appears that your fiancé, Crown Prince Casimir, has asked for your attendance in his home,” the Viscountess says, "Here, take this," with such grace in her voice that it is understandable why she is so rigorous. She appreciates the etiquette of the upper class.

The morning sun had begun to cast its golden rays upon Edwards manor, giving it a look that would make one shed tears in awe. Edward didn't feel like that though. He had more important things to worry himself about. He and his butler, Mr Brown, had discussed about the steps that he, Edward, was to take towards what he had just discovered about his father's old friend, Viscount Erin, and his arch-rival, Duke Frederick.

She looked slightly annoyed but hid it with a smile. “Meredith this is my fiance, Helena Gwyneth Bancroft of Bancroft Finance.” Edward still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Meredith, which she found creepy and sexy at the same time. She tried to ignore him and looked past him at the blonde next to him.

She didn't like it at all. "I don't see your husband.. and well I love taking things which aren't mine"Edmund teased with a mischievous grin that had Alexis frowning even more "Shameless man…this is" "Hello" Alexis was cut off when an unexpected guest walked toward them. Stunned seeing the handsome professor in a burgundy tuxedo, Alexis didn't recognize Anthony. She just met him a day ago when she got back from her honeymoon "Hey man, looking good," Edmund said while shaking hands with his friend. He invited him

Gardiner and Richard, discussing, of all things, fishing. His eldest cousin had few interests beyond the estate, and he looked at his time in town as a necessary burden to cultivate proper contacts for the future. He and his father were polar opposites in nearly everything but in accepting the responsibilities of their birth. Where his father was bold and boisterous, the viscount was serious and somber and his wife shared those characteristics. Father and son got on reasonably well most of the time, but Darcy found that they tended to revert to arguing their differing positions on estate matters or legislative issues more often than not, which while not entirely unwelcome could become tediou

He was accompanying a good partner of theirs, Countess Quartz. The most notable coupling of all was Natalia Adamantine and the man who broke high society when he appeared a few years ago out of nowhere, Sir Marvis Jane. He was the first werecreature to become an ordained knight jointly by the royal family and the church of Ducroft. Although he had the title of Baron, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know about his strength. He was one of the people who struggled with Fredrich at contests, tying with him and Sebastian.

“My lord, may I introduce my companion, Mrs. Winters?” He bowed. “Nice to meet you.” The older woman curtsied. “Likewise, I’m sure.” His gaze moved back to Isabelle. “Would you and your companion enjoy some tea?” She glanced at Mrs. Winters as they both sat at the same time. “We would be delighted to take tea with you,” Isabelle answered. As the viscount turned toward the butler, she took more time studying him now. He didn’t dress like most men she’d met in Britain. In fact, he reminded her of the men back home. Only in France could they be so outlandish with their colorful clothes.