Best Romantic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

The mansion loomed silent under the moonlit night. Henry was miles away on yet another business trip, leaving his young wife, Jennifer alone with her frustrations. Jennifer's curvaceous figure had always turned heads, but her recent marriage to Henry had left her body aching for real passion. Her hazel eyes often lingered too long on Alex whose towering frame exuded raw masculinity. Alex had been hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her two weeks ago. The sexual tension simmered like a pot ready to boil over. Jennifer, unsatisfied by Henry's perfunctory attentions, felt her pussy throb whenever Alex's head turned her way.

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

Then a book caught her eye. It was sitting on a low shelf, its cover worn but still readable. She pulled it down and looked at the title. It was a history of lycan queens and their stories. She opened it and started to read. The pages told the story of a lycan queen from centuries ago. A queen who had been married to a lycan king. A queen who had suffered terribly in her marriage. The story was similar to Iris's own. So similar that it made her hands shake as she read.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

Asher mutters and moved closer to Jackson to peer at his phone over his shoulders. "What is this, is this some kind of joke," Asher was astounded, he just couldn't believe it, his Friday date was Abraham Hargreaves's heir. "Joan was Joan Hargreaves, she's a Hargreaves, she is perfect," Asher muttered in a monotone, his eyes almost closed, he found himself entrapped in a fantasy of Joan. He knew right then, that Joan would be his wife, he would marry her, and she would be the greatest possession he ever had.

Even when the Royal Family matched him up with several other noble daughters, Hayden balked. Until one day, Hayden met a female knight with rose-red hair. The beautiful, the brave, and the strong. Named Sarah Lawrenttio, daughter of Baron Lawrenttio. It didn't take long for the two of them to fall in love with each other even though at that time Hayden hid his identity. Their love’s journey was full of obstacles, but the two of them managed to get through it all together. Until they are married and happy forever. That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.