Viscount Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

If I couldn't have known this guy behind me had some serious problem inside his brain, my poor heart might have fallen in love with him already. He comes from a wealthy family and good-looking young man. Truth be told, I can say that he was the first young man I encountered that tall and good-looking. His physical appearance was close to perfection. Is this the dark secret about Charles that Mrs. Bridgerton and her men talk about? "Is everything all right, Ms. Clarkson?" to my surprise, Charles approaches me with no signs of hesitation or shyness. He even stood in front of me, freely exposing everything. That made me raise a question if his six nannies before haven't taught him anything abou

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.

In the meanwhile, far across the room Arabella struggled to hold her tongue as she listened to her close-minded mother, who seemed to be mightily scandalized at what she considered as a violation of propriety. "That's so indecorous of Lord Mannheim to have such nefarious contact." The Viscountess continued to complain, only ceased speaking when a blond gentleman decked up in Indian costume complete with turban stopped by and greeted them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Milady." The gentleman gave a polite bow to the Viscountess, then shifted his gaze to Arabella. "Lady Arabella, may I say you are such a vision tonight. Will you be so kind as to spare me the first dance?"

She swallowed, but didn't abandon what she was doing, she closed her eyes and pressed against that hard button that she didn't know exactly what it was, but there was no point in returning, when she felt a strange sensation expand through her body and tearing a hoarse moan from her throat. She was startled by his reaction, pulled her hands away from her intimacy, put a hand to her chest to calm the erratic beating of her heart, while avoiding seeing the evidence between her fingers, she stood up and looked for something to wash herself with, she could not present herself to the Viscount in her current state. Meanwhile, Frederick walked to the office where the Viscount was waiting for him. "Y

she whispers asks. (A/N: After a long time of not seeing, royalty gets kissed on the knuckles as a greeting) "What?" I push her away. "Your baker. I know all the gossip." she snickers. I roll my eyes, "Alright… Viscountess, this is my lover, Micah. And Micah, this is Viscountess Tessa. The daughter of my father's childhood friend. She has half the human brain and is dumb in general. Better ignore her." I introduce them to each other.

"By any chance, is Mr. Viscount manipulative?" Andre smirked. "Ms. Lynn, you know how you accuse me of being manipulative? Tony Viscount is a fox." She laughed, turning the screen to him. Apparently, the marketer's social media showed that he liked men and the CEO of Viscount corporation had visited him at the club he always frequented at night and they had left together. Perhaps he hadn't informed the chief marketer that he had a mistress who had given birth for him already. "Interesting." Andre spoke as he read it, his eyes showing how impressed he was.

“This one’s a beauty, isn’t it? Late nineteenth century—there’s something mesmerizing about it.” Violet looked up, startled. Her eyes met his for the first time. He had that composed, quietly confident air of a man who belonged in these circles. “Very West London accent,” she said lightly, a small smile on her lips. He chuckled. “You make it sound like a bad thing.” There was warmth in his tone as he extended his hand. “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself first. Edward.” “Violet.” She shook his hand, polite but unassuming. “Nice to meet you.”

Altogether, there were nearly a thousand people. Emma sat in a carriage, looking out from behind the side curtains. She saw a young man wearing a long robe with a long cloak, his head covered with a hat to hide his face. Beneath the hem of his robe, golden embroidery was visible, reserved for nobles. He suddenly sped up and approached Emma’s horse. He turned to reveal a strikingly handsome face. Emma quickly recognized him as Edward, and she smiled warmly at him. He courteously raised his whip, urged his horse to speed up, and overtook Emma. The Imperial Guards followed closely behind.

However, he exclaimed, “You’re too kind to me, Ed. How can I possibly accept this? She came with you, didn’t she? It wouldn’t be nice of me to take her.” “Visitors should be treated like guests,” Edward replied, deadpanned. He paused, then swept his gaze across Vivian’s body and said, “I’ve brought her for you today. She’s Vivian Carraway.” When he heard Vivian’s name, the man was taken aback at first. Then, his expression sank as he stared at her with a grim expression in his eyes, which gleamed with faintly discernible hatred.

Gee, a viscount would be just fine. She’d missed out marquesses, but Clare didn’t correct her. ‘Viscount Bonmouth. Created 1781.’ ‘Five years after the start of the War of Independence,’ Bridget said in an awed tone. ‘Yes. He’s a friend of mine. He’s got a house in London and a country estate in Hertfordshire. I’m sure I could wangle an invitation to dinner.’ ‘Gee, I'd be real honoured.’ Clare appeared to have scored a gold star, several gold stars. ‘I’m seeing him tonight. I'll ask.’ She was trapped. There was no going back now. She'd just have to delay the inevitable. She felt bad about that, but not that bad.