Viscount Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her eyes shamelessly travelled down his body. It was not just about his height or wideness of shoulders but the way he carried himself in that all dark suit. He is the perfect example of a 'man in black' Only the white shirt underneath, makes the difference. As much as he was devilishly gorgeous, the word 'evil' didn't leave his appearance. Making Chloe realise that 'The torturous duke' did not attach to his profile only as a rumour...

"I mean, your gra--lord. My lord. Lord Harry. Baron . . ." As soon as they left the Baron behind, they were stopped almost immediately by a quite call of "Eastland! Fancy meeting you here." The Viscount was a big and beefy man, his second chin tucked right below the first. He walked lazily, as though his feet were too tired to move an inch over the ground. Strands of grey decorated his otherwise auburn hair, though it only peeked from under his tall hat. Cassy imagined he was bald underneath.

“You know the Viscount then.” “We had our parts cross once, a very long time ago.” She rasped. “I know he is to be your brother-in-law, but please spare me tonight to not pretend to like him. If we are to meet ever again, I won’t hesitate to act like I can tolerate his existence.” She bowed. “What is your grievance against him?” “He is such an unpleasant man.” She blunted out almost immediately. "I apologize." He hesitated. “From what I hear, so is his sister. She is just as unpleasant as Cossington.” From what he had heard? Had he never met her? “You hate the Viscount.” He said, looking into her eyes.

It’s hard to just keep walking when they are asking questions about the trials and today’s verdict and Alex stops to speak to try and direct attention to the wonderful charity work, we are here to support instead. This doesn’t stop them so we carry on ignoring them and glide on inside. We are greeted by Lady Veren and Viscount Roland. When he sees me walk in his face goes from politely bored to excited. He looks me up and down in my dress and I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t a little turned on from the heat in his eyes while he looks at me and the slow, sexy smile that speads across his face. I have to remind myself why I am turning this man down. I need maybe a cold glass of water, or a

No used guessing what their topic was before he came in. Eric MacGregor, Baron Huntley, got up and poured him his choice of poison. "Huntley," Nicholas murmured his thanks and occupied one of the comfortable leather seats in the room. His peers followed his every movement, waiting. He sighed deeply. "You can all meet her tonight." He raised his hand to halt their celebratory drinks. "Don't overwhelm her. She's a bit skittish." "Afraid your future Viscountess will change her mind?" Jolly old Jared Bentley, Marquis of Sandringham, the golden boy, grinned cheekily and wiggled his eyebrows.

Elizabeth can't help but imagine what he might be like based on the painting and the aura it portrays. She envisions Mr. Dominic Bradford as a refined gentleman, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. Perhaps he possesses a commanding presence, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that reveal a keen intellect. She imagines him to be impeccably dressed at all times, his demeanor exuding confidence and grace. However, Elizabeth also recognizes that appearances can be deceiving, and she acknowledges the need to reserve judgment until she has the opportunity to meet Mr. Bradford in person. She realizes that her role as a maid will provide her with insights into his character and pref

Says one of the guests “Surely she's realized he doesn't belong here? The room was filled with condescending murmurs. In a corner lurked Colin, filing her fingernails. "Weird. There's something not quite right. If everything went according to plan, that damned Eden would have no reason not to still be here. Why the hell not?!" Suddenly, the door to the hall opened. “Announcing the Viscount and viscountess of Hadleigh” Eden made her entrance on Ian’s arms, dressed in a purple dress.

~Emilia Valerie hesitated, lips parting. “Malik just posted a photo… with Charlotte. Captioned: ‘Meant to be.’” Emilia’s fingers tightened around the glass. The ice clinked. The storm inside her was no longer quiet. “You are a beautiful lady, Emilia,” Valerie said, breaking the silence that had hung between us like a heavy curtain. “Men will be lining up to marry you.” I looked at her, blinking in surprise at her words. Valerie’s smile was playful, but there was something deeper behind her eyes that told me this wasn’t just a careless comment.

"I like romantic thrillers and historical romantic fiction." "You like to be attracted to rakes like the ones we have in Bridgerton, right?" He gave me a cheesy glare. "Who is your favorite? The duke or the other." "Hmm, hmm" Mr Dalton cleared his throat with a cough then. I knew it was fake, he was trying to attract my attention. I had discussed my love for that movie with him hundreds of times, and there was a time I told him he resembled the Duke of Hastings, even more good-looking.