Funny Historical Romance Novels & Stories

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

“Get some rest, Fara. It will help. You look confused, and I'll bet I can guess the source of it. It's enough that we're meant to breed and play the socialites for men. Must they toy with our emotions as well?” They laughed together and hugged again. When Helene turned away, Fara whispered, “Merci, m'amie,” and the lady smiled over her shoulder, winking at her in return before taking her leave. But even she knew Helene wouldn’t grasp her reaction to being with Grant Hill. The girl was hardly experienced with gentlemen, and her friend had assumed Monsieur Le Croíx’s deception was the only cause for Fara's perplexity. She began to wonder if anyone would ever truly understand her.

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold. The chapter of this day closed, but their story was far from over. It was an ongoing masterpiece, created with love, painted with moments, and bound by time. A love story between a painter and a historian, a story set in the beautiful lavender fields of Provence, under the radiant Provençal sun. A love story that, like the sun, would rise again with a new day, bringing with it, new moments to cherish and new memories to create.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

The man marched up to me and, to my surprise, burst into a peal of mocking laughter. Did you hear her, men? She is very thirsty. I think we should give her some water, isn't it? His sarcasm dripped off every word he uttered. They cheered loudly like cavemen, clamouring for some action. He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid.

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

“Ronnie, we haven’t even left for our date yet and you’re already soaking me up in compliments. I might be too damn damp and wet by the time we finally get to dinner if you keep this up.” Ronnie laughed a little hard. She’s definitely got a good sense of humor. I like that. He thought. “Alright pretty girl, let’s get to our date then, shall we? But, for the record, I sure Would definitely not mind you getting wet on my account though”. he said to her in a witty tone. Belle couldn’t help herself. She smiled softly at him as he started the car engine and they drove off. They spent the next few minutes in companionable silence almost all through their ride to the restaurant.