Funny Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

THE PAST (Ibarra’s POV) A SMILE FORMED on my lips when Rebecca nodded eagerly. Oh, you have no idea what I’m about to say, Chu. “Pfft! I bet this story will be boring. Just like you.” Judiel mocked and laid on his back. “Shut up, Judiel!” Rebecca hissed and even rolled her eyes. “Learning history is fun!” “So, are you going to tell us or what?” Ginny asked who also appeared to be interested about it.

"Don't... how strange..." Annabelle felt so embarrassed in the water. Kendrick gently brushed aside her damp long hair and kissed her fair and smooth back, trailing his kisses along her spine, gradually arousing her. Annabelle remembered the historical romance novel she had read, where the general had to leave on his wedding night and didn't even have time to unveil his bride's red veil. A year later, the bride braved the wind and snow to visit the military camp.

‘You aren’t supposed to know it’s me.’ Helena frowned behind her mask. ‘We discussed these dresses once—don’t you remember?’ her friend said as Helena moved to kiss a Duke-of-Wellington-costumed Byron. As it happened, Helena did remember the time she and Emma had lain under an oak tree in the school grounds, waxing lyrical about how romantic it must have been to live in the seventeenth century with all those manly heroes from the historical novels they’d devoured. Until they had remembered that there had been no plumbing for instant hot baths in those times, nor the convenience of the telephone!

Then she tugged at his earlobe with her teeth. He responded to her biting with soft growling, but made no effort to fight back. “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry, princess,” he said insincerely. “How terrible to be burdened by feelings. How awful to have one’s icy mountain heart melted by the hot desert prince, hmm?” He grinned at her. “I suppose it’s a risk that comes with making you feel all those other good things, isn’t it?” It wasn’t a fair remark; while falling in love was a risk that came with sex. That wasn’t the only cause. They had plenty of reasons to like each other besides their obvious physical compatibility. “Ah, but you’ll make such a lovely historical figure, won’t you? Biting the

" I shouted at him, and he was about to pick up his shirt but paused at what I just uttered, then made a quick turn to face me. "Are you stupid? What do you mean?" He sneered, gritting his teeth as those eyes flint in anger. "Werewolves have a single way of beckoning all the warriors and hunters when they find your kind in our land." I spilled, and his eyes widened, and he got really tensed, but he quickly regained his composure and burst into laughter. Okay, I must say this is the sexiest man on earth right now. Why does his laugh sound so harmonious and melodious? The way his white set of teeth gleamed would lure you into smiling sheepishly without realizing it.

It was strange that it was only a few days away and she missed that inconsequential historian so much. From the way they looked at each other and kissed each other, it would only be surprising for Miss Brooke that they weren't visibly connected to an intimate reality of their own. Karila moved from the mattress, gripping Lauren's shoulders with determined strength, feeling the historian take her easily in her arms, bringing her into her lap, in an intense, tight snuggle, her hands and fevered skin clinging to each other. Karila's intensity with her firmness, feeling every inch of the princess's body in his hands, traveling his fingers down her thighs through the fabric of the sophisticated a

But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]