Novel & Cerita American Civil War Romance Novels

Her expression brightened. “Why would I be upset?” Confusion flashed through her eyes. I continued pleasantly. “Of course, Ethan and I spent years together.” Her smile wavered. “And yes, we were engaged before the two of you began sleeping together.” The color drained from her face. Only for a brief moment before she scrambled to recover. “Nova, I—” “Honestly, I've moved on.” I glanced across the ballroom. Nicolai was speaking with a congressman several feet away. Tall. Confident. Magnetic. The sight alone made my heart soften.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside her was slowly breaking, piece by piece. Then one night, he came home drunk—worse than usual. Careless. And that was the night everything changed. He'd fucked my sister without a condom and just a few weeks later, April found out she was pregnant. Before we could even begin to understand what that meant, fate twisted the knife one more time. Our stepfather died in a car accident, leaving behind a mess he’d never have to face. A month later after his death, my sister went into labor. I remember holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay—even though I didn’t believe it myself. I remember the screams. The

He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. The woman took a deep breath, her eyes unfocused as she began to speak. "It was a war like no other," she said, her voice full of emotion. "Your great-great-grandfather even after killing his lover wouldn't stop. He now saw the werewolves as a threat to his rule and sought to eradicate them from the land. The upheaval was some kind of change for both species to redress their unhappy lot, and see where we are today. In complete chaos and shambles." Liam listened intently as she spoke, his mind filled with images of the war. He saw the battles, the bloodshed, and the destruction wrought upon the land. He saw the werewolves, proud and fierce, standing

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

Alec was so angry at himself, he shouldn't have left Daniel's side, now he must've slept with the girls under the influence of alcohol. "Hello! handsome, you're so strong last night and you did magic on both my sisters, we'd love to know when you'll be coming again" one of the prostitutes confessed when she woke up and found Alec wearing his clothes. She kept admiring his well-built-up body. It was Dawn on Alec that he had fucked the girls so well last night. He kept imagining how he'd fuck girls when he don't have feelings for them. Maybe in the human world, it's acceptable anyways...

We could only pray silently that our warriors will return in victory even when it doesn't seem like. My name is Miatta, the only daughter of the alpha of my pack. My father, Alpha Vince was also far away from home with the armies on the field of this dreadful battle. Our total numbers right now could rank in mere hundreds as the fighters are all away all because of the constant attacks on our pack by the neighbouring enemy pack, the Red Bone Pack who had been a terror to us. My two brothers had gone and also join in the war too, leaving the security of the rest of the pack to a handful of foot soldiers.

The silence suddenly felt heavier as that ugly truth sat on my chest so I pushed off the couch and went upstairs. Her scent hit me the moment I opened the bedroom door…. soft vanilla and something floral, faint but lingering. The bed was made, her side perfectly neat, like she hadn’t used it much. There was a cardigan draped across a chair and a book left open face down. I picked it up without thinking. It was one of those romance novels she liked to read when she was bored, the kind I thought to tease her about, saying she read too much fantasy. There was a folded paper tucked between the pages, like a makeshift bookmark.