Clean Regency Romance Novels & Stories

Reggie sniffled again. "Yes, you are. Don’t ever feel insecure about Bonnie or try to break up with me—unless you want me to die, okay?" Reggie nodded, and Peter went for his lips again, kissing him intensely as they stripped off their clothes, exploring each other’s bodies.

"What he did was none of anyone's concern as long as me, his fiancé is the one doing it. But what you are doing is questionable. What are you trying to imply? What if he make out? Why does it bother you Millie? Didnt i already clearly stated that Conrad is mine. Was always mine to begin with. And i had already show it to you how possessive i am about him. What did you get announcing what he did some moments ago? A few cheers. A few laughs. But you lost the respect. Tsk. Think with your brain. I am sorry everyone for the inconvenience. But i just have to say, no one can put off their hands if they have a beautiful and handsome fiancé as i have. I bet no one will even want to leave the bed eve

Alex picked me up and teleported us into the bedroom. He threw me onto our king-size bed. I felt a pain at the back of my head. Alex must have been drive mad with anger. He tore off his shirt. He leaned down and kissed my lips roughly. I could feel his fangs cutting my lip. “That hurts!” I pushed him away with all my strength. To my surprise, I was still strong enough to do that. He crashed into the TV behind him. It shattered. “Alex, don’t you touch me! You are with Victoria now! I don’t want your dirty paws anywhere near me!”

My body went rigid at the contact, every muscle tightening. “Let go of me.” “Orana…” my name was like a plea on his lips. “We have nothing to say to each other.” My voice came out colder than I wanted. “You made that very clear.” Something flickered across his face, regret, maybe, but I didn’t care. I had cared before, and it left me broken. “I’m sorry.” I let out a quiet, humorless breath, shaking my head. “I don’t believe you.” “I am,” he insisted, leaning closer, his grip tightening slightly as if he thought I might slip away. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll fix it.”

The Luna position will still be yours in the end, so it's not like it affects your status. Tears slipped down unbidden, and like one punishing oneself, I looked back at the screen. The coronation ceremony ended, and Victoria excitedly rose on her tiptoes to kiss Claude's cheek right in front of everyone. The same Claude, who'd frown and pull away if I so much as accidentally touched him, was momentarily startled but didn't push her away. In that moment, I finally saw reality clearly. It wasn't that he had a cleanliness obsession, but purely his rejection of me.

Liora winced playfully and smiled. “See? The little council in here sides with me.” Xavier looked at her belly, then lifted his gaze to hers. “That little council belongs to me as well.” “Fine, Mr. Chairman,” Liora gave a mock salute. “Any new regulations?” “Yes.” He leaned in, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re forbidden from putting the words ‘like’ and ‘Max’ in the same sentence unless they’re followed by ‘in the past’ and ‘now my husband Xavier.’ Complete, no abbreviations.”

“Get them. All of them. I want everything.” Jenna nodded, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. I will. I swear.” Regina stood, her chair scraping against the floor. She dropped a few bills on the table, enough to cover her untouched coffee. “You have until tomorrow. After that, don’t bother calling me again.” Jenna’s face crumpled, but she nodded. “Okay.” Regina turned and walked out, her heart pounding like a war drum. The fresh air hit her face as she stepped onto the street, but it did nothing to cool the fury simmering beneath her skin.

" cried Angela, who was getting more and more agitated. Regan grinned and started fondling Angela's neck and chest. In the end, Angela could only surrender to Regan's treatment, which always managed to make her blood ripple and burn her passion. Without taking off their clothes, Regan took action. Back to unite their bodies until it reaches its peak. "You really became my addiction," Regan whispered, kissing the tip of Angela's nose when they got released. Angela could only display a broken smile there. ***

I still haven’t responded to the text he sent me earlier? [Reggie: Wanna grab a drink? I promise I won’t try to kiss you.] I frown. Arghhh. I could really use a drink. Plus, Rhys is probably out there having fun with his fiancé. Why can’t I have fun too? [Me: No problem.] [Reggie: Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.] [Me: At the office.] Reggie’s car is already waiting by the time I get out of the building. He drives a flaming hot red Purius, definitely something that goes well with his ever so hyper personality.

Not even having regained his breathing, he got off her, disposing of the condom before hastily pulling on his clothes. "Where are you going?" She laughed breathlessly seeing him struggling with the shirt. "If you're going to treat this like a one-night stand at least allow me the chance to fall asleep before you run off into the dark." She teased, pulling the sheets to her chest, being greeted by silence. "Geez, I feel like a booty call." "Oh no," He laughed humourlessly finally, buttoning his jeans into place. "I'm the booty call here, Ms. Regnante."