Funny Historical Romance Novels & Stories

He asked as he got to the kitchen counter. "No. Your wife and I were just talking. She was actually telling me of an old ridiculous story which has no meaning" she replied and laughed. What? "Really?" Ryan asked in surprise. "Are you guys that close already?" "Yeah - to be sincere, your wife is so much fun to be with - especially with the funny story she told me" she said and threw a glance at me. What the hell? "Hm" Ryan mumbled and took in a slice of plantain.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

He wasn't interested in other people's lives; as long as he and Paige could live happily, that was enough for him. "Ah..." Paige sighed softly, "I was hoping Tina and Niel would divorce. Then Tina could start a new life and build her career. She’ll then meet a handsome and wealthy man, marry him, and live happily ever after. Meanwhile, Niel would realize he had always loved Tina after the divorce and try to win her back, only to be harshly rejected by her." Chris felt strangely familiar with the plot. Wasn't it similar to the recently popular "romantic redemption" genre?

As they absorbed the knowledge offered by the museum, they couldn't help but be immersed in a world of romance and togetherness. While holding hands and strolling through the corridors, they admired the historical paintings and statues that recounted the country's history. Bruno occasionally whispered interesting details about historical events, while Helena listened attentively, enchanted by his gentle voice and knowledge. In one of the rooms, they found an interactive exhibition that allowed visitors to dress in colonial-era clothing. Laughing, Bruno and Helena donned the old-fashioned attire and took funny photos, imitating the poses of historical figures. Later, they explored the gardens

I planned to just catch up with her after the exams. One morning, I rushed to the school cafeteria to have some review notes photocopied. I was in a hurry as the next class was about to start. The copier machine was taking so long to make out copies and I was really flustered as I was sorting out the documents. In my haste, I accidentally dropped the stapler. Someone picked it up and gave it to me. "Here, you dropped this." Someone drawled. "I'm so sorry. I'm in a hurry. Thanks." I took the stapler then looked up, smiling. I was frozen. Facing me was the most handsome guy I have ever seen. He was tall,although not as tall as Lance, very fair, with nice, long black hair, swept in the most f

He pressed a kiss to her temple, savoring the moment. "Don't you think you're old enough to make love?" Rosella teased, a playful giggle escaping her lips as she leaned into his embrace. She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Let me show you how the old ones make love," Barton whispered, lifting her gently into his arms, his playful spirit evident. He carried her towards the couch, his heart full of love for the woman in his arms. "Barton, children can come anytime!" Rosella exclaimed, her grip tightening on his shoulder as she voiced her concern. She laughed, the sound echoing through the room like music.

Five years ago in All-star high school a red car sped in at a high speed into the school gate, all the students walking or staying by the gate quickly gave way for the car so as not to be hit, dey all knew who was in the car, James the son of the principal and also a renowned playboy, he always gets what he wanted, although he is very handsome he was not the most handsome in the school, although it was because of his handsomeness girls usually throw themselves at him. After the red car was out of sight, another blue car came to pass through the school gate, this time the driver was not as reckless as the driver of the first car that had just passed, laughter was heard in the car as the peopl

“Okay. Your question.” “What’s your new manuscript about?” The waiter returned with our meals and began setting them on the table. The food made my mouth water. “Thank you,” we said in unison as he walked away. “It’s a historical age-gap romance,” she said with a soft smile. “Wow. That sounds fun.” “But you’re not really into literature, so let’s move on. My turn,” she said, and I nodded obediently. “Are you close to your mom?” she asked.

“Shut up, Bella.” “I’m just saying!” she wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye. “All this ‘you’re my mate’ and ear-touching… and barrier-secured villas! It’s like something out of one of those terrible romantic scrolls my aunt reads!” She fanned her face dramatically. “The atmosphere in here just shifted from ‘tense survival drama’ to ‘smitten historical romance.’ My heart can’t take the whiplash!” Damon didn’t join her laughter, but the severe line of his mouth softened into something perilously close to a smirk. He didn’t deny it. He just watched me, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin.