Novel & Cerita Christian Romance Historical Fiction

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

“But no deal made in secret council years ago, before I even met Tyler, binds me or this child.” Christian cleared his throat behind me, and I felt his eyes on Lucien like twin daggers. He crossed his arms, half-smile curling at one corner of his mouth. “Oh, I love a good ancestral scandal,” he drawled. “Nothing says ‘family bonding’ like a blood‑oath you only remembered yesterday.” Lucien’s nostrils flared. “You would mock a debt you’re not part of.” Christian shrugged. “Mockery is my second language. But please, continue. I’m dying to see how you twist history in your favor.”

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

"It's pathetic. That little bombshell I dropped worked like a charm...Bernice must absolutely loathe them now." Pride and lust surged through me at her words. My devious minx, so brilliant at stirring up chaos. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to claim her thoroughly. She moaned into me, her fingers sinking into my hair. "That's my clever girl," I purred, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. "And what about our other problem, that meddlesome Christian?" That damned Christian, always circling Bernice like a lovelorn puppy. The way he looked at her made me want to gouge his eyes out.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

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.

She clasped her hands together, her eyes shined more brightly, and for a second, he took his time to examine it, her eyes shining beautifully. "So, this is my old bookstore where I used to come and purchase books. I mostly read books about law, and best sellers." It was as if she wanted to tell him a secret, because she appeared shy now. "I also read romance novels here." Sucker up. He was supposed to be frowning right now, but then, he was walking along the stacks, "Who are your favorite authors?" She seemed excited to talk to him, had she never said this to anyone before? She fastened her steps, her strapping her blazer over her white shirt underneath, "Julia Quinn! I love her historical r

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Every night, I would have a romantic and beautiful dream involving Jonathan, and every morning when I woke up, it made me cry even harder because I knew these dreams would never come true, since he wasn’t mine. Without him, I felt completely empty, and I yearned for his affection and touch. I prayed that a miracle would take place and that he would return. Imagining Jonathan with someone else was what hurt me the most. ‘What the two of them would be doing.’ I wanted to fucking end the world every time I thought about this. Why had God returned his first love when we were so happy together? I was becoming selfish because the pain was killing me from within, and I desperately wanted him back.