Best Romantic Historical Fiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

This man, from another time, had become an intrinsic part of her story, and she, of his. Vincent, noticing her intense gaze, set the lute aside and moved closer. He traced her face gently with his fingers, marvelling at the beauty of the woman who had literally walked into his life from another era. The glow in her eyes as she looked at him was mesmerizing. His heart pounded as he leaned in, closing the distance between their lips. It was a tender kiss, filled with promises of tomorrow and dreams of an endless future.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

She gulped at the sight. They said that men could never resist feminine charms, but women were the same. There had been many women in history who had numerous male lovers too. As Carol stared at Titus, she thought that if he was not powerful, he would have definitely ended up as some rich woman’s sugar baby. Carol snickered and lifted Titus’s chin to look him straight in the eye. “Titus, name a price. Become my sugar baby.”

I was transported to a time when courtly romance and whispered promises held power. As the story unfolded, I became entangled in the web of forbidden love that consumed Isabella's heart. The enigmatic stranger, Lewis, with his smoldering gaze and mysterious past, ignited a fire within her that defied reason. Their encounters, filled with stolen glances and lingering touches, sent shivers down my spine and left me yearning for a connection as intense and profound as theirs.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

She felt his aura and smell long before seeing him walk in. Damien walked in and his eyes fell on Ada curled up on a couch reading a book. The woman managed to look fashionable even in comfortable casual clothes. A pair of large green eyes met his and she nodded in acknowledgement. Her entire body barely covered two thirds of the couch. He took the empty space next to her feet. “What are you reading?” “It’s about a hetaera, practically a Greek geisha,” she explained. “Historical fiction?” “Almost, she might have or might have not existed.” She looked at him curiously. “It is my favorite genre though.”