Best Romance Novels Historical Novels & Stories

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

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“I read I guess- “Wow, what type of novels do you read?” She grinned wearing an excited look. I don’t read novels though. “Historical?” I guessed since I like to read documentaries. “Wow, that’s interesting. I sometimes read historical novels as well. Not all the time though, I love its romance” She put in and I nodded and it was silence again. “I…I’m done with my drink. So, I should go” I told her after standing from my seat. “Yeah me too, let’s go” She eagerly stood and followed me. Oh God, I thought as she started talking again after we walked out of the cafe together.

She slipped them on and then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth to get ready for bed. Afterward, she lay in her bed and opened her book, a novel about living in the 1500s. A palace made of stone, a prince, and a banned relationship was involved. She licked her lips as she read the part about the prince; he was tall, dark, handsome, and of course, charming.

Elena’s POV One and a half year later She drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.

“They’re letting just anyone in these days.” I don’t flinch. “And they’re clearly still letting in the past.” Her lips twitch into a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Damien always did like strays,” she purrs, brushing past me—close enough that our shoulders touch. “But don’t get too comfortable, maid. The Wolfe always comes home.” And with that, she’s gone. Clicking down the hall in stilettos that probably cost more than my entire tuition. I stand frozen.

I asked Amelia quietly as we sat in a conference room as cold as a morgue. She bit her thumbnail. Classic sign of stress. Or defeat. Or both. “He once owned a place in Nice I didn’t even know about until a year into the marriage. You really think that was the only one he kept secret?” I nodded slowly. “So we’re treating this whole report like... historical fiction?” She gave a weak smile. “Welcome to elite marriage. Where money and lies sleep in the same bed.” The door opened. Zane Romano walked in, Vivienne Duclair trailing behind him. They looked like they’d stepped off a legal thriller movie poster—plus the smell of overpriced cologne and egos the size of a helipad.

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