Book Recommendations Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

We do still eat together in the dining room in the evening, all of us, from time to time, but a lot of times I will excuse myself and not go at all. Managing to get to the library is no problem. I do know that many of the other girls read, or pretend to, so I can’t spend too much time in here. If I can find a book or two about Maddox’s ancestry, I can take them back to my room and read them there. The historical nonfiction section of the library is one of the larger areas, so it may take me a while to find what I’m looking for. I peruse it slowly, checking the spines carefully to see if I can find a book that fits what I’m looking for. I don’t want to miss anything and have to go back over i

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

I watched her from my royal place, she could not notice that someone has been watching her all these while, going on and admiring the place and sitting down on the molded chair. I came to her. I was interested in the book that she was reading her hands, it was history book. "I see what you are holding, the history of the black cities, I know that it is going to be interesting to you. You would have to know, not everyone that reads the book believes everything.," I said to her while I sat done beside her

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt.

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

I was just waiting for him to come back or visit me again. I got so bored that I asked the servant for permission to read those books on shelves. Surprisingly, he answered instantly, “The Royal Prince has said that you can do whatever you want and use anything you like. If you want to eat something particular, you can order that too. He just requested you not to leave the cottage.” ‘Not to leave the cottage? Why? Is he worried that I will get lost again?’ I thought to myself while searching for a good book from the bookshelves. There were numerous good classics. Picking up a historical fiction, I settled on the small divan on the balcony.