Best Romance Historical Novels Novels & Stories

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

But when she looked into his eyes, they were dancing again. She smiled shyly. “I started writing a novel. And…I drew out the character after you.” He raised a brow. “Really? What type of novel?” She shrugged. “Historical romance. You were a rogue knight. For sure you were a rakehell.” She giggled. He asked. “Was there a red-haired damsel in distress?” She stared back at him. His eyes were sparkling. She nodded shyly. “And how did that turn out?” he asked.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

She has always been in love with him but he betrayed her love. The particular Saturday afternoon brought things to the end in her marriage. It was early June, and the weather was hot as Amelia read one of her favourite historical romance novels on the roof garden of their Brooklyn penthouse. Money was no object for Jacob, a sought-after address. He was unusual and handsome; though he was young and was a CEO in one of the leading technical companies in the city, and his family was very wealthy, so he could afford the best. If the same could have been said for Amelia's situation, it might not have been quite so bad, but her career was no longer rewarding as it had once before, which meant she

I genuinely didn’t know if I loved Meadow. But this was a different kind of situation, so I just avoided the question. “Not your damn business.” Nolan shoved out a breath, shaking his head. “So you don’t.” My jaw ticked. Nolan’s voice was still calm. “For a while, I thought she was just a gold digger, because there was no way you’d ever meet someone and marry her in such a short period of time. But then… you reacted to her touch, and it hit me that that was the main reason you married her—you know, apart from stopping our mother from grilling you about getting a wife or getting back together with Clarissa.”

Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening.

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

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.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

she exclaimed. I had told Cordelia I would marry Gideon and that he had also secretly loved me for a decade. When she heard this, the first thing that came to her mind was the second male love interest in the romance novels she had read. In those novels, such characters usually fell in love at first sight when they were young. Because of this, they would secretly watch over the female protagonist for years and always place her needs first. Then, once she had divorced her husband, these characters would immediately and unconditionally appear at her side. They would love the female protagonist with unwavering devotion.