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

Vis and Char advanced towards each other, pausing at the same time when there was about a 5-meters distance left betwixt them. " On the right side is the knight that disperses any enemy to kneel before him though, is utterly enigmatic, guess,who is it? Of course—Vis, the third son of our majesty. He showed us a hard to swallow performance, in the past bouts, nevertheless it was real and we'd to accept it.His performance was a unique one of course, so much that it left us to be in awe. On the left side is the beauty that makes even the most handsome man to fall in love with her, the most difficult enemy to admit defeat, yes — it is Charlotte, the sole daughter of the Duke of Richmond."

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

A seamstress, this time, delighted to see the viscount, and obviously accustomed to her customers. Ian answered Eden’s mute questions with an air of perfect innocence. Did he maintain a mistress? It was more than likely. She would just have to get used to not attaching importance to it. It was better not to get into this whole matter of personal feeling. It wasn't like he was going to become a real husband to her. Madame Sutton, the seamstress, was naturally ready to help the viscount. Precisely, she had the ideal dress, and if Eden wanted to go to the fitting room, all the alterations could be done by the end of the afternoon.