90s Romance Novels & Stories

"Bill and I have known each other for over twenty years. He waited for me for five." "He loves me. And I love him." Then I turned my face toward Bill and kissed him gently. Not once did I spare David a glance... Two weeks later, on the night of the full moon, Bill and I stood beneath the stars, surrounded by elders and loved ones. We completed our Marking ceremony. We exchanged our Mating Vows. We promised to protect each other for the rest of our lives—until death, and even beyond. It was the hundredth time I had worn a wedding dress.

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

Then, he pulled her into an embrace and softly said, "Let's go to sleep." Paige did not resist. She nestled in Chris's arms and shifted to find a comfortable position. With her eyes closed, she drifted off to sleep. … Sierra did not want Bob and Wendy to divorce. She had thought this through carefully. Her father was only forty-seven, which was not old at all. Many male actors in the entertainment industry in their forties were still playing romantic roles. Her father took good care of himself, and compared to those men in their twenties, he had the added refinement that came with age.

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

Three years ago, Rosalie Hale left the Bloodmoon Pack for good. Her mate had betrayed her over and over again—with her own sister. At times, it had almost seemed as though he were under a spell, but Rosalie knew better. The truth was simple and cruel: he had never loved her. Like everyone else, he desired her slender-waisted sister, and he had used Rosalie to get what he wanted. Now, Rosalie is back for one reason—to finalize the divorce he never signed. But something has changed. Her former mate seems to have forgotten all the pain he put her through. Every time he looks at her, she can see his wolf fighting to break free. He wants her back. The problem? Rosalie n

“Never mind.” Adrian watched him. “So what’s the story there?” Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. For once, he wasn’t smirking. “Claire and I… we dated last year.” He tapped his fingers against the table. “She’s one of those people who always has to be at the center of everything. Looks perfect, acts perfect, is perfect, at least on paper.” Adrian nodded slowly. “And you’re not the ‘perfect boyfriend’ type.”