Novel & Cerita Christian Historical Fiction Romance

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** There was no way in hell I would let Christian know about my fantasies. No way I would tell him what went on in my imagination. "I read a lot of books." I giggled as he pulled me towards the black, velvet couch in the corner. He lowered into it and gave me a flirty look. "Is that so? Books?" "Romance novels." I shrugged. I tried not to fidget as his gaze roamed my body. I was standing before him, clad in just my lace panties.

For the second time in two encounters, Isabelle had broken down in Christian's arms. "I loved him, I trusted her. " She whispered against his warm chest. He could feel the softness of her breasts on his stomach due to height difference. He pressed her further into him, running his hands up and down her back. Christian broke another rule in their second meet up, hugging a female. He never showed any compassion, his business was to fuck and leave. Christian remained quiet, wondering how his cock could harden as the woman bawled her eyes out on his chest.

CHRISTIAN and Roose look into each other's eyes. Their body heat rises up slowly. They are unable to handle this heat. CHRISTIAN looks like a loose face which becomes completely red due to drugs. Her innocent eyes have fire after looking at her, her pink lips create sensation on CHRISTIAN'S whole body. His throat became completely dried. Cold Sweat drops appear on his forehead. He tried to control him for a long time but today it is impossible. They enter a luxurious Room. Christian was put Roose right on the wall and caged her with his strong arms. He touched her forehead with his. His running hot breath spread on her face. Dim Room light makes Roose's face and body more attractive. He tri

“Someone like that—no ties, no safety net—she’d be desperate. Easy to manipulate. And she wouldn’t raise red flags.” My jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through my eyes. Could be. “Julian’s a clever dog,” he muttered, “but he’s still a stupid moron.” Christian barked a laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. “That’s the spirit. Always a poet, Nick.” He leaned back, crossing his arms with a grin. “Speaking of spirits, how’s Stella?” At the mention of his fiance’s name, Christian’s expression softened, a rare warmth lighting up his usually sharp features.

Her father had stormed out after a fight with her mother, and she had crawled beneath the staircase, clutching a necklace with a cracked-heart pendant, desperately trying not to cry. No one had been there. No one should have known. Unless- She pressed her hand to her mouth, suppressing the sob threatening to rise. This wasn't just about Damien, or Aidan, or revenge. This was something from long ago. Something far more dangerous. A ghost from her past had returned, and they weren't after her heart. They sought the truth. A truth she hadn't yet uncovered herself. She rose slowly, wiped at her tears, and gazed at herself in the mirror.

Every head snapped in my direction. "Are you interested in her?" "Huhh!" I scoffed at his question. I heard a low growl coming from Liam. I know his wolf was mad at that point. Every head was now focused on Christian. Christian let out a small laugh. "You misunderstood our relationship. I'm not interested in her. She's just a sister figure to me." He said honestly and by his words, he won my heart. That's why I admire him a lot. I could feel Liam's eyes fixed on me.

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

Our perfect moments of love till eternity. Author’s Note Dear cherished readers, If you’re here, it means you’ve journeyed with CRAVING THE ENEMY’S HUSBAND from the very beginning, through the heartbreaks, revenge, reunions, battles, and the ultimate victory of love. You’ve walked beside Christiana in her darkest moments, stood with Bryan as he fought for his memories and redemption, and witnessed the downfall of Bella, whose shadow loomed for decades. Together, we’ve navigated a world of passion, vengeance, and survival.

Andrea was over the moon, and it was hard for her to believe that Christian was going to be her forever. To escape the haunting nightmares and hallucinations about one particular woman, whom he thinks he has never met before, Christian agreed to marry Andrea as she was a beautiful, smart, and generous woman, completely compatible with his status. But little did he know that meeting with a stranger at Coffee House will change everything for him. What will happen when destiny plays its cards? Would Christian be able to accept that he had been married before? Will he choose his present over his past or follow his way back to his former wife?

"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***