Historias de Viscountbridgerton

With Anthony's mind set on never marrying and only having the intent on looking after his family by ensuring he finds the most appropriate suitors for his sisters and the most appropriate ladies for his brothers, how will he manage to do so when an old friend returns to town with the girl he never thought he'd see again?

Y/N returns to London after 10 years, having to have left the only home she had ever known, including her dearest childhood best friend, Anthony. When she finally reunited with the ones she haven't seen in so long, she certainly got a surprise on how much has changed since her departure...

The Carringtons were a noble Scottish family of very high standing in society when the late Duke of Rothesay and Earl of Wessex looked for a wife, he had joined the social season in London and married the then, Miss Jocasta Cowper. It is 1813 and the Dowager Carrington Duchess was to have a busy season with her daughter's debut. EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE !! I don't own anything besides the Carringtons and their storyline. All rights belong to Julia Quinn, the author of the Bridgerton books and the writers of the NETFLIX TV Series.!!

> "I am slowly bleeding to death in this house, Krystal... and you are the one holding the knife." > She wasn't meant for English drawing rooms, silk slippers, or polite society. Reborn into the immense wealth of a powerful Filipino maritime dynasty, Krystal Montesa was raised on the open quarterdeck-reading storm tides, commanding trade routes, and answering to no one. From the moment she swung down from ship rigging in Greece and bit her own father's hand in front of horrified nobility, she became the undisputed, chaotic bane of Anthony Bridgerton's stiff, orderly existence. For ten years, they were fire and iron. Sharp ledgers, stolen wagers, paper airplanes in the mud, and an unspoken tension that terrified them both. When a reckless expedition across the Egyptian desert leaves her with a shattered heart and the scent of gunpowder in her wake, Krystal returns to Mayfair determined to secure her family's legacy on her own terms. But Anthony is done hiding behind duty. He's done watching from across the square. And he'll tear down every suitor, every ballroom, and the entire Ton before he ever lets her slip through his fingers again. He thought he needed an obedient match. What he found was a gale-and he's ready to burn his fortress to the ground just to hold the storm. Tropes: * Childhood Rivals-to-Lovers * Grumpy x Chaos Demon / Power Couple * Reincarnation & Crossover Elements (The Mummy x Bridgerton) * Slow Burn with High-Stakes Friction * "Who Did This to You?" & Protective Devotion * Unruly Foreign Heiress vs. Stiff English Nobility

Honor, Love, and Duty. Those words had been ingrained into Anthony's being growing up, and they were what he admired most about his father. He had aspired to be an honorable gentleman. Someone who would make his father proud. He had once aspired to find love like his parents had. But then he witnessed the most terrifying heartbreak and knew it wasn't for him. Now, to fulfill his duty and fully step into the role of Viscount Bridgerton, he must find a suitable wife-someone with admirable qualities but someone he could never fall in love with. That would have been easier if the insufferable woman who set his emotions on fire hadn't returned. ~'**'~ Priscilla had been a young woman bound by duty and honor. Priscilla's deep-seated desire for a love match, a longing that surpassed her duty and honor, was a secret she held close. But one night, she changed everything. She made a life-changing mistake, and because of it, she left everything behind. As she returns, Priscilla is about to face the harsh reality of the consequences her actions have wrought. Is she still the same woman who had been bound by duty and honor? Or is the reality that she had never known duty or honor? Would she find the love she yearned for or grow bitter with her life choices? ~'**'~ Could they find what they secretly yearn for the most in each other, or were they bound to drift past one another? Was honor and duty more potent than love? Anthony X OC

A collection of my Bridgerton fics from my Tumblr @iliveiloveiwrite Characters featured: Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Colin Bridgerton Simon Basset

"There has never been a true happy ending from what I have experienced." "Then perhaps you never had the ending you desired." Diana Leighton. A perfectly mysterious lady of the ton. One that most are curious about and few can speak to. When her brother arrives to London, right on time for the upcoming season, Diana never expected to be enveloped in the business of any of the ladies and gentlemen who are invested in the marriage market. But that is exactly where she is placed as her life becomes intertwined with that of Benedict Bridgerton and his family. [Bridgerton S1-]

(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.