Belle Whitmore, daughter of the dowager Viscountess Whitmore, is about to turn 18 and thus will finally be able to enter the matchmaking market of London society. Not that this is something she's actually looking forward to. Graceful, funny, competitive, and with an unusual intelligence, Belle has always stolen hearts. But what if one of those stolen hearts belongs to one of her childhood friends, son of her godparents and heir to the Bridgerton family fortune: Anthony Bridgerton? What if Belle isn't the only thief in the story? But with fate conspiring against these two lovers, will they finally live their happily ever after? "Sometimes friendship can be an excuse; a cover when there's something more you don't want to admit, or you're too scared to explore." A Bridgerton Fanfic Anthony Bridgerton x OC * I do not own the Bridgerton Universe, they are owned by the Talented Julia Quinn

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𓆩♡𓆪 Best friends since their very first memories, Anthony and Ayera had never imagined a life lacking another. But imagination is a cruel sentiment that loves crumbling worlds. The loss of his father had Anthony built impenetrable walls around his heart and it had cost him everything. Oceans apart, they survived without the one thing they had thought to be a constant in their lives- each other. But 10 years later, hope greets Anthony in the form of Ayera. Will forced proximity and buried memories rising to the surface make them discover that you could do more than just survive, but live your life like it's meant to?

The whole town knew who much Emmaline Davison and Anthony Bridgerton despised each other to the point they couldn't be seen in the same room as one another. They DID despise one another but they couldn't hold grudges for the rest of their lives now, can they? What if I told you in which one summer night everything changes. "𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃? 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋" 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 || 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 [𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘] WE ARE ALL FOOLS IN LOVE, book one. in collaboration with @storyofanotherpaola and @AlexalsForever [anthony bridgerton x female oc] [bridgerton season one and three] Started: Nov 4 2022 cover created by @nightwvngs #1 ranking in periodromance #27 ranking in bridgertonfanfic

"No romance. No love. We shall live as two people taking on their duties, not as a husband and wife.. I sincerely hope you understand that this is an arranged marriage, it is practically a business deal." "I assure you, my Lord, I am well aware of the circumstances, having already agreed to them as such." Lady Lily Anne Jones never dreamt of becoming a Viscountess. To be fair, she rarely dreamt of anything. She knew from a very young age, as the only child of Earl Jones, her duty was to find a respectable gentleman to marry. At the age of three and twenty, she found out, her father had already arranged that for her, and for no less than a Viscount Bridgerton, most desirable bachelor.

Anthony Bridgerton había decidido que la temporada de 1814 sería la que encontraría esposa. Harto de tener que ahuyentar a las madres casamenteras, incluida su propia madre, Anthony había decidido que era hora de continuar el linaje Bridgerton, no pretendía casarse por amor, lo evitaría a toda costa, su esposa sería lo más parecida a él para que el matrimonio sea de lo más tolerable. Pero, ¿qué pasará cuando conozca a la Señorita Compton? Una chica que llama la atención de todos en muchos sentidos. ¿Podrá Anthony entender la felicidad plena? ¿O sólo se centrará en su deber? "Has hecho que me plantee todo lo que he querido evitar a toda costa, Amelia. De todas las debutantes, ¿tenías que ser tú?" Anthony Bridgerton.

Na efervescente alta sociedade Londrina, a chegada de uma nova temporada social agita corações e mentes. Rosallie Molborough a adorável filha do Barão determinada a encontrar o amor antes de se unir a alguém. No entanto, quando o destino tece tramas inesperadas, seus planos românticos são postos à prova, lançando-a em um redemoinho de emoções conflitantes. Entre segredos revelados, um ódio mútuo nutrido a cada estação e supostas paixões avassaladoras, Rosallie se vê diante de um dilema: Seguir os desejos do coração ou ceder ao erro que levará a Ruína. Em uma jornada de autodescoberta e amor verdadeiro, ela enfrentará obstáculos que poderão transformar seu destino para sempre. ----------------------------------------------------------- Ruína || Anthony Bridgerton || Livro 1. Fanfic de os Bridgertons, livro e série. Não segue a linha temporal original. Os personagens de "Os Bridgertons" não me pertencem, são de autoria de Julia Quinn, e os demais personagens do streaming Netflix. A família Molborough são os únicos personagens a qual criei e organizei, assim como enredo.

Londres - 1813- Rose est une jeune fille de l'aristocratie Anglaise, qui a du mal à se plier à sa vie de la haute. Espiègle, vive et sans détour, se ranger aux exigences de son frère ne sont pas toujours ses plans. Même lorsqu'un défi est signé entre sibling. Et si dans ce défi, se mêlait la famille d'un certain Vicomte ? Inspirée de la Chronique des Bridgerton de Julia Quinn

"ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ" Hey there Delilah 1813,La Temporada Social comienza y una princesa que le encanta ir contra la corriente hará su aparición nuevamente en la sociedad londinense, los escándalos serán más apetitosos que nunca y las nuevas parejas serán la comidilla de los cotillas. Lady Whistledown estará encantada con tantos escándalos alrededor de la familia real y cierta familia de vizcondes.

(Taking a break) Grace Fawn, named because of her beauty and grace, caught the eyes of many suitors. Gentle and kind, but uninterested in marriage. She would instead care for her fallen family and care for others than herself. Something Anthony Bridgerton has in common with Miss Fawn. As delicate and kind as Miss Fawn may be, her stubbornness and smarts outwit the suitors, causing her to be alone because who wants a woman who is ambitious, innovative, and speaks her mind? "Here are the emeralds you requested, my lady," Isabelle said, placing down a pair of earrings. "Oh, thank you, Izzy," Grace uttered, lifting her hair slightly so Isabelle could put the matching emerald necklace on. Grace has always had a connection with emeralds. The shades of green glittering in the light ever so nicely, if not emeralds, it was amethyst. Some ladies loved jewels just because they showed off their wealth. Grace, however, was different. She did not care about wealth. She treasured those gems because of their connection with nature. "I shall go see if the carriage is ready," Izzy smiled, turning to leave the room. "Do you believe there is any way I could be home before dark Izzy?" Grace turned, stopping Izzy by the door. "I do not believe so, my lady," She looked sorrowfully, "but I will see to it that Aster is doing well." Izzy smiled. "Thank you," Grace nodded, turning around to her dressing mirror.