Best Romantic Historical Fiction

When I saw my best friend tending to the elderly man upstairs with such diligence in washing his clothes, cooking his meals, feeding him medicine, and giving him massages, I immediately knew that she had been reborn, too. In my previous life, my best friend and I shared an apartment. We were often awakened in the middle of the night by the old man’s cough from upstairs. When I went up to check on him, I learned that his legs were paralyzed, and he had no children or family. Out of sympathy, I decided to care for him. I brought him his daily meals and gave him massages. A month later, out of the blue, the old man mysteriously handed me a bank card and said, “There’s eight million here. It’s my reward to you.” With that money, I immediately went and paid off my father’s medical bills. Later, the old man went even further and transferred the ownership of the apartment that we were renting to me. He told me, “When your father is discharged, move in together. That way, I’ll have someone to keep me company, too!” When my best friend learned of this, however, she went ballistic. During the few days I was having trouble sleeping, she had secretly spiked my water with a lethal dose of sleeping pills. She watched as I died in agony. After my death, my boyfriend, posing as my fiancé, cut off my father’s medical bills and took away the old man’s bank card. Meanwhile, my best friend spread slanderous rumors among the neighbors, claiming the old man gave me money because I had sold myself to him. Half a year later, the two got married and paid in full for a luxury apartment in the city centre. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the old man upstairs was coughing uncontrollably.

Nicholas becomes a lone wolf at the age of eighteen. His parents were murdered because of the power of truth he possesses against their alpha pack. Wolfless and mateless, he was despised by all. He melted his wolf in the human world and used his ability who knows the truth against humans in exchange for money. Misses no one, corrupt government officials, wealthy murderers, and ordinary ones. Their truth and lies are his survival. Then he came to a point when is he knowing the truth about everyone he could meet a gift or a curse?

Alpha Ares was vicious and heartless. Driven by the need to be at the top, his pack– the Coldcrest pack, was a no-nonsense pack. It was the largest of them all, and it was comprised of brutal and strong warriors who were drilled to come back triumphant after every battle. They were terrified by all. The sheer mention of his name would have the other packs trembling in fear. Infuriated by the demise of his parents, who were both slaughtered by wolf-hunters, Alpha Ares had only one rule – No pack member of his was to be mated to a human. Anyone who was to be painstakingly blessed with a human mate had to be killed or exiled, no matter their rank in the pack. And this rule was never to be broken. Appalled by his harsh judgment and vicious ways, the Moon goddess decided to bless him in the cruellest of ways. She gave him a mate, after so many years spent by Alpha Ares yearning for one. The only problem was, she gave him a human mate. A timid human mate named Akira.

Rashel, an overly supportive wife and Luna to Alpha Seth, who helped her husband build his pack to become the envy of all, thought her life was finally about to take the best turn she had always hoped for. But nothing prepared her for the fall from grace to grass fate had for her. It is tradition that any Alpha without an heir at age 35 would lose his pack to the next best contender. And in this case, Alpha Seth's younger brother, who was an archenemy, was the next best available contender, and he was willing to do just anything to make sure his brother, Seth, lost the pack to him. Disgraced and forced out of her pack after her husband found out he had a second fated mate, Rashel left with the one thing Seth needed to retain his pack – Her pregnancy. She was given a second fated mate, who turned out to be the Alpha King, Jethro. The one man who held the entire werewolf nation in his palm. Rashel thought that life had given her and her baby a second chance, since Alpha Jethro loved her to the moon and back. But what she didn't know was that her misery had only just begun, because not only did Seth regret letting her go, but now he desperately needed her and his child—the heir to his pack—back in his life. But this would be over Alpha Jethro's dead body. Rashel is caught in the middle of an impending war between the man she once loved and the man with whom she gradually built a new life. Now, she has to find out where her heart truly lies and whom she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

Mata Jena bergerak turun, terhenti tepat pada bibir Abas yang sedikit terbuka. Seketika ia menelan ludahnya dengan gugup. "Kenapa bibir Mas Abas menggoda banget sih?" batinnya berteriak, sementara jari-jarinya kian sadar masih melekat di dada bidang pria itu. ***** Kisah Abas dan Jena yang terjebak dalam sebuah kontrak dengan syarat-syarat mengejutkan menjadi awal dari hubungan yang mereka kira akan sementara. Apakah cinta bisa tumbuh dari pernikahan yang hanya dibangun di atas kontrak?

Anara gadis miskin yang terjerat hutang, terpaksa harus menjual ginjal untuk melunasinya. Satu ginjal Anara berpindah untuk seorang anak kecil. Anara mendonorkannya demi uang. Tapi siapa sangka jika anak itu justru melihatnya sebagai ketulusan. Anak duda kaya raya langsung jatuh hati pada Anara, merengek memintanya menjadi ibu sambung dan menikah dengan ayahnya. Tidak perlu pikir panjang, Anara bersemangat menerima permintaan anak itu, sayangnya bukan hal mudah meluluhkan hati ayahnya. Anara sudah jungkir-balik tetap saja tidak dilirik. Dia pun memutuskan untuk berganti peran dari bidadari jadi iblis penggoda duda kaya raya. ~~~~~ "Kak Nara, suka uang kan? Mau aku kasih uang satu truk milik Ayah? Syaratnya satu ... jadi mamaku, ya?" ~Zavi~ "Astaga siapa yang enggak mau duda premium? Lihat saja, dipandang dari jauh sudah berkilauan, kek ada tambang emasnya!" ~Anara~

Celina menjual mahkota kewanitaan demi mengeluarkan ibunya dari penjara. Sang ibu dituduh karena mengelapkan dana perusahaan. Padahal sang ibu hanya dijadikan kambing hitam oleh seseorang. Tak ada satupun orang yang membantunya hingga ia mendapatkan tawaran bagus untuk melayani pria yang baru saja datang dari luar negeri. Ternyata orang yang menyewanya malam itu adalah dosen baru dari luar negeri, Luis. Setiap melihat Celina, Luis tak bisa menahan diri dan selalu ingin menyentuhnya. Ia melakukan berbagai cara agar gadis itu jatuh ke pelukan Doni sang kekasih Celina curiga dengan hubungan keduanya karena ia sering melihat Celina masuk ke ruangan Luis dengan tanda merah di leher kekasihnya. Begitu juga Sofia, calon tunangan Luis sering memergoki keduanya saling curi pandang. Hingga Celina dinyatakan hamil anak Luis. Apakah Luis mau bertanggungjawab atau mengabaikan Celina karena ia telah membayar gadis itu untuk memenuhi nafsunya atau justru Luis jatuh hati dengannya?

My best friend and I had been abducted by the Pendragon brothers—a duo consisting of a religious CEO and a top-billed movie star. We became their secret lovers against our will. "I'm pregnant, Lilith," my best friend said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Me too, Lindsay," I replied softly, caressing my belly. "But I won't go through with it." The brothers heard us. Their control tightened. They watched us during mealtimes, while we slept, and even during our bathroom breaks. We could not endure it any longer, so we fought back. In their anger, the brothers kept mistresses who resembled us. We thought we were free until one day, they found us. They called us homewreckers and hurled insults at us. They broke into our house, scarred our faces, broke our legs, and kicked us until we miscarried. It did not matter how much we tried to explain ourselves. They removed our clothes and paraded us in the street. Finally, the Pendragons arrived. They raised their marriage certificates and declared, "Lilith and Lindsay are our wives!"

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.