Novel & Cerita Funny Historical Romance

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

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.

Hannah felt nothing except fury burning inside her. The cause of her fury had a smile on her face. Even after receiving a merciless slap, Karen still smiled happily. She even clapped her hands cheerfully. Karen laughed and clapped her hands as if feeling no pain. She joyfully said, "I am Darren's bride, I am Darren's bride… I have grown up. Come marry me, Darren!" Slap! Hannah's eyes were filled with terrifying ferocity as she gave Karen another slap.

Jen sarcastically said. "The lid is the problem but not my fault, okay?" Loki muttered. Jen just steal her cup and close it with a lid quickly. "you are a weakling girl" Jen teased while giving back her shake drink. A woman started to smile and said "It’s looked like you both loved each other" . "Of course I loved him, though he keeps roasting me a lot. I accepted the way he is and I loved him" Loki confidently said. Jen began to pinched twice on her waist, while he was showing his embarrassing face. Jen hid his smiled with left hand.

Florence supported him and edged him to keep on working hard. Ryan smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," he said. "You're pretty inspiring yourself." Over the next few days, Ryan and Florence spent every spare moment together. They explored the city, visiting famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. They wandered along the Seine, watching the street performers and artists. They even took a day trip to the Palace of Versailles, where they got lost in the stunning gardens and fountains. As they spent more time together, Ryan found himself falling deeply in love with Florence. She was smart and funny, with a quick wit and a beautiful smile. She was also incredibly tal

His eyes glossed over and he told me he knew love that many would never dream to find. Julius eyes clouded over like grey smoke. He was intrigued. Perhaps a secret romantic? I continued... “You see, a young 18 year old Scarpati found himself giving lesson to a generals son in Germany during WW2. He fell in love with a beautiful Jewish girl named Mary Ann. He hid her away and they made passionate love in the secrecy of Scarpati’s apartment. The way he would just describe her would make Shakespeare seem like a blabbering fool.” “A man in love.” Julius interjected.

“Don’t joke about that.” “I’m not joking,” he said. “I’m poking.” “Well stop poking.” “That would defeat the purpose.” I shook my head, turning back to the window. “You’re exhausting.” “And yet,” he said lightly, “you married me.” I laughed, short and humorless. “Let’s not rewrite history.” “Fair,” he said. “You married my surname.” “And you married convenience,” I shot back. He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “You say that like it’s an insult.”

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

" Also, she giggled again with her undulating gay snicker. We had a charming night, and she let me know the historical backdrop of her life—or some of it. They were ever something very similar to Lucien's Myrtle. When every last bit of me is throbbing, will I also track down comfort on the off chance that I go to the ocean? Who can say for sure?

“They dress up, drink expensive wine, discuss charity work—all while their husbands make the real decisions elsewhere.” “If you’re trying to insult me, you’ll have to be more creative.” “Insult you? Darling, I’m trying to help you.” Her smile was razor-sharp. “Lucien and I have history. Real history, not paperwork and signatures. I know what he likes for breakfast, which side of the bed he prefers, how he takes his scotch when he’s had a difficult day. Do you?” I felt heat crawl up my neck but refused to look away. “What’s your point?”