Dearest gentle reader, As Lady Mirabel Salazar makes her debut into London's society and captures the heart of the Ton and the Queen, one has to wonder what her intentions are for this season. It has been brought to this author's attention that she holds a reputation back at home that transcends even oceans and country. As Diamond of the Season, she will have her pick of the herd...or perhaps, she has already set her sights on a certain Viscount Bridgerton. -anthony bridgerton fanfiction 18+ book one

Anthony Bridgerton has snubbed so many marriage candidates his mother is at a loss and thinks her son will never wed. Anthony is, to his mother's dismay, still very much in love with his former girlfriend Sienna Rosso, who has moved on to marry someone else. Yet he still can not forget about her and therefore finds excuses to dismiss one woman after the other. He does the same with Mara Kensington, an old spinster regarding to society's standards, but an unfortunate meeting results into to their lives intertwining. They marry but it is a marriage of convenience at first, even though Anthony likes to visit her bedroom at night but the relationship has his considerable ups and downs and the two argue.. a lot. Read Anthony Bridgerton x Y/N if you want. *********************** "Are you denying your husband?", he asks with her clenched teeth, angrily. She doesn't respond but just stares at him defiantly. "Lie down", Anthony demands but Mara shakes her head. "I said.. LIE DOWN", Anthony repeats angrily.. The sentence is out before Mara realises it and it was a foolish thing to say, she would later think. "MAKE ME", she says. "Fine. Challenge ACCEPTED" and he steps towards her hurriedly. P.s. The story is mine but I do NOT own the characters relating Bridgerton. However this is AU with ADDED ORIGINAL CHARACTERS so therefore NOT CANON COMPLIANT. PS2: Picture of "Anthony" is not mine, will credit later. FOR JONATHAN BAILEY who has captured my heart as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton.

The social season of 1817 is in full swing, and the Ton's eyes are fixed on the Bridgertons once again. While the elusive Benedict chases a mysterious "Lady in Silver," and the gossip of Lady Whistledown reaches a fever pitch, Lady Grace Bridgerton is making her own quiet debut. Grace is the seventh child-the observer, the sister who prefers the shadows of the library to the glare of the ballroom. She doesn't seek a husband; she seeks a kindred spirit.

She was never meant to exist in their world. Charlotte is sixteen, quiet, observant-and very much from the future. One moment she is falling asleep watching Bridgerton; the next, she is waking on a polished floor in the middle of the Bridgerton sitting room, surrounded by history's most powerful family. Given a borrowed name and a carefully constructed past, Charlotte Bridgerton is woven into society thread by thread-taught how to walk, speak, survive, and endure a century that was never built for girls like her. The ton whispers. The Queen watches. Scandal breathes down her neck. And then there is Prince James, Duke of Richmond-the youngest son of the Crown. Kind where men are cruel. Powerful where others perform. A prince raised for duty who becomes dangerously undone by a girl who does not belong to his time... yet fits his soul perfectly. But Charlotte knows the future. She knows how stories like this end. And loving a prince- in a world obsessed with legacy- may be the most dangerous thing of all. A Bridgerton-era time travel romance filled with silk, scandal, quiet obsession, found family, and a love that threatens history itself.

Penelope takes off into the night to deliver a column during her family's ball, and nothing goes as planned.

Lady Featherington during her birth was expecting one little girl but by her surprise she gave birth to twins. Meet Penelope's younger twin sister and the youngest Featherington daughter. Pearl Featherington the light of the Featherington household.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

Lady Aurelia Augusta-youngest daughter of Queen Charlotte and King George III-was hidden from the ton for much of her life. Quiet, brilliant, and prone to episodes that echo her father's affliction, Aurelia was sent to Italy and France to "take the air" and live a more tranquil life. Now, at the Queen's command, she returns to London for the Season-not to find a match, but to prove to the world (and the court) that she is not a fragile shadow of her father. Enter Viscount Anthony Bridgerton: brooding, burdened by duty, and uninterested in courtly displays. The last thing he expects is to be intrigued by the Queen's reclusive daughter-gentle, observant, and full of quiet fire. Their connection is anything but simple, especially with whispers about Aurelia's "delicate mind" and Anthony's reputation as the rake hell viscount. But love does not bloom in safety-and a garden never grows without weathering storms.

Society dictates that a young debutante must join the marriage mart in order to obtain a suitable husband. Beatrice Sinclair would disagree, instead proclaiming that women should be able to gain an education and experience the wider world before being shackled into a union. However, even being the only daughter of an earl didn't give her that privilege. So, at the age of one and twenty Beatrice was to formally enter society. Whilst she thought her biggest concern was to be countless suitors attempting to win her favour, she didn't quite anticipate the challenge that would be Anthony Bridgerton and his insufferable character. Anthony Bridgerton x OC