Clean Historical Romance Novels & Stories

I asked Amelia quietly as we sat in a conference room as cold as a morgue. She bit her thumbnail. Classic sign of stress. Or defeat. Or both. “He once owned a place in Nice I didn’t even know about until a year into the marriage. You really think that was the only one he kept secret?” I nodded slowly. “So we’re treating this whole report like... historical fiction?” She gave a weak smile. “Welcome to elite marriage. Where money and lies sleep in the same bed.” The door opened. Zane Romano walked in, Vivienne Duclair trailing behind him. They looked like they’d stepped off a legal thriller movie poster—plus the smell of overpriced cologne and egos the size of a helipad.

His voice sounded hoarse when he called that name. “Ve. Velia.” Velia was not sure. Was the man in front of her really Lucas? Lucas who ever left her? It was an old story that Velia wanted to bury deep. The memories that make her know that not all love stories would end happily. Instead, it would cause injury. It was a deep scratch and so difficult for her to forget. It took years for her to heal. And it used to be no small struggle.

I again try to go past him but he blocks me. “Shelby” was all he said before cursing his lips to mine. He put a lot passion into this kiss. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. I could feel his hard length through his jeans and without hesitation I undo the button on his jean and lower his zipper. He lets out a groan and takes his underwear and pants off.

Michael was not offended. He rushed off to wash his hands before returning to Christina. “I’ve washed them so they’re clean now.” She ignored him because it did not matter if he washed his hands or not. The filth she meant referred to the fact that those hands had touched Serena countless times before. She despised herself for thinking that. They were officially divorced and she had decided to not have any connections with this man anymore. Therefore, who he chose to be with and whose hands he chose to hold were really none of her business.

Baron found it hard to believe that Ian would cheat on me. Still, he trusted that I wouldn’t lie to him. He sighed as he poured me a glass of my favorite drink. Focusing on the bubbles in my drink, I recalled how Ian looked at me at the engagement party. He was furious, stunned, baffled, and ashamed. His patience and kindness toward me in the past were a stark contrast to the pettiness he had for me now. Rowena and Roxy were the reason my mother was dead. He had no idea about the pain I carried with me every day, yet he expected me to forgive and forget? I couldn’t. There was no chance in hell I could ever let things go.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence as he gazed upon her, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment. He could feel the heat emanating from her skin, and he was struck once again by the beauty of her body. Liam turned her head to look at her, and she stirred slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He felt a surge of desire as he gazed at her, and he knew that he wanted her just as much as the days before the great upheaval.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

“You don’t regret it, do you? Because I don’t.” His tone didn’t shift much, but there was something in his face. The usual unreadable calm was still there, but it was thinner now, like he was bracing for something. “No,” I said, rubbing a hand over my face. “It’s not that. It’s just… it was completely unprofessional. I’m your doctor.” He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “We came out here to build chemistry. That counts, doesn’t it?” Noah tilted his mug toward me, smiling. “If it’s teamwork we were after, I think we crushed it.”