Book Recommendations Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

She will just make sure not to ask for a favor again. After breakfast she had with him, Althea went to the library to read a new book. This time she thought about picking a book about some of the powerful families in Westland which includes history of the royal family and Carter family as well. She doesn’t know why she was now so interested in their history, but since she is now this interested she doesn’t see herself going back. She loves reading books so she will regard it as reading a good novel. “This book is nice Baroness, you will surely get to know a lot,” Nina said.

I teased, trying to sound reasonable. Julius glanced at the historical book he had brought from the bookstore before we came to the library. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on the cover—a woman's back facing the viewer, surrounded by soldiers. I scanned the bookshelves, realizing that most of the books were fiction, possibly historical ones. He raised his eyes to meet mine, the smile still lingering on his face. "I'm curious, that's all. You've helped me greatly on behalf of my cousin, and maybe I can help you with whatever it is."

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

“Would you mind if I borrowed one of your books? I’d like to read more about these stones.” “Of course. Let me find a good one for you.” He moved to the bookshelf and ran his finger along the spines before pulling out a thick one bound in dark leather. “This one’s got the best compilation of stories and historical accounts I’ve come across. Some of it’s probably fiction, but there are enough consistent details across different sources to make you wonder.” I took the book from him and smiled. Maybe this was precisely what I needed to keep my mind occupied while Andrei was gone. “Thank you. I’ll bring it back when I come for the ring.”

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

People just exaggerate about the existence of these creatures until now, which would be just ridiculous if I were to be asked. I scanned through more books. Though I'm not an avid reader, seeing all these books in front of me, I couldn't help but want to read them all. They all seemed to hold some kind of history that I just feel interested in. This is a first for me, though because I prefer reading about celebrities rather than reading about some fairy tales and history which are not proven to be true. I was so immersed, going through the books, that I did not notice when someone stood behind me.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without