Ancient Romance Novels & Stories

This wasn't about desire anymore. This was a test. He managed a nervous laugh. "I don't think this stuff is really necessary, Sophie." She ignored him completely. "Did you know BDSM dates back a thousand years?" She cracked the whip again — casually, for the pleasure of the sound. Romulus flinched at it. "The Romans practiced it. The Greeks too. I bet the gods did as well." "Not everyone appreciates the culture," Romulus said, steadying his voice. "It's uncalled for. Barbaric, even."

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

Medicine is a noble pursuit, but it is love and romance that satisfy the thirst and hungers of the soul. “I know I’m in love, but I don’t know if we will be together,” Gianni replies. “I wish things are different.” The other physicians marks quiescence as they see Gianni’s face turning serious. They begin telling tall tales of their failed romantic pursuits. One doctor says that he gave his romantic interest two hundred roses since her last name means two hundred in an ancient language, but she ends up hating it. Others recall their rejections and mischiefs as newborns to love. All this talk of love makes Gianni feel tired and hopeless. He retires first and tucks into the sheets, before his

First through Aurora, his unexpected peace, and now here, in the way Gianna’s laugh makes Romero’s lips twitch toward what it dangerously close to a smile. Aurora drifts to Dominic’s side as Romero approaches Gianna. She follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “Aren’t they cute?” “I suppose,” he murmurs. Her grin deepens. Aurora loves love. She sees it the way most people see sunrises, like it’s something natural, something inevitable. “Remember what I told you?” she asks, nudging him lightly. “About Aphrodite and Ares?” He does. She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tan

♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱ After that day, Callisto did not return to my room and did not even set foot in my palace, but unlike what the ancient Asra would do, I entertained myself with other things. After all, it wasn't just romance that the novel was based on, and I knew well that as much as it was a pretext for the main couple to get closer, there were problems to be solved throughout the kingdom.

Meanwhile, about a week and a half later, we received a letter from Eurydice. She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit his library the first day I arrived. I was so happy to view all the great works of the Ancient Greek poets and philosophers. Of course, he has the writings of the Roman men throughout the century. The orations of Cicero, the sagas of Ovid, and so many others that I cannot remember all their names! I was given a tutor, a man, but he's not like my Jessa. Please convey how much I miss her, and I search for her litter every day! I'm not sad in Rome,

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”