Good Historical Romance Novels & Stories

I'm an actress, and a very good one at that, and my career is just as important as yours! All the words and scenes swirled through her mind; the delirium of love, the disillusionment, the broken dream. It had been a love affair at first sight, at least on his part, full of passion and ardor and Jonathan had believed that when he finished his year-long internship in London, Gloria would go with him to Hong Kong, but she soon made him realize that this idea of a wife following her husband wherever he went to work was beyond old-fashioned and outdated; they were always arguing about it, between one passionate encounter and another until. the stormy romance ended.

She was as much a socialite and old money as her husband and the wrinkles on her face couldn't detract from her beauty. "Oh no, of course not, I'm certainly here to enjoy the opening like everyone else, I had no idea you would be here," Asher gave the old man a sarcastic reply. "Are you toying with me right now," Henry asked seething. "Oh please, that's enough banter from you two, now who is this beautiful young lady if I may ask?" Kathy Dumas chastised both men and smiled in Joan's direction. "Pardon my manners, allow me to introduce miss Joan Hargreaves. My fiancee," Asher said introducing Joan.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

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.”

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" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Celeste asked looking up at the stars. "No, he only told me to pack up for this…" " I see, you must love your husband a lot" Celeste reasoned, " I do and I Know you also have an eye for the Lord, Moreau I mean" Delphine phrased out as Celeste chuckled, everyone here knew how much Moreau loves and cherished Estelle La Fey, she's the only woman whom he holds in his heart, but seems like he chose power over his love, for reasons best known to him, and also how Celeste was always seen around him, because she had special feelings for him, though he never baits an eye at her, the fact she was Estelle La Fey's maid left people thinking.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

She asked him. Turning to face her, the guy smiled and hugged her. "Isabella Clark, I missed you." Isabella was so surprised that she didn't know what to do at first. Getting her balance after a few seconds, she pushed him away. "Hey, Xavier Luth, are you crazy? You missed me?" She scoffed. "Do you think I'll fall for that?" "It's the truth." Xavier told her and hugged her again. "I really missed you."