Great Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

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 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

Shivaay's pov : When I got to know that Annika was missing. Only one name came to mind. " Ronit ". It could be only he Because He was the only one who used to hate me a lot from childhood . That's why he wanted to marry Annika to defeat me. I always got everything in my life which I desired. And Annika was the only one whom I couldn't get that time due to my birth truth and other reasons. He was aware of my immense love for Annika. He thought if he snatched her from me then for the first time in his life he could defeat me. And He didn't want to lose that chance. That's the reason he got ready to marry her instead of me.

Asher mutters and moved closer to Jackson to peer at his phone over his shoulders. "What is this, is this some kind of joke," Asher was astounded, he just couldn't believe it, his Friday date was Abraham Hargreaves's heir. "Joan was Joan Hargreaves, she's a Hargreaves, she is perfect," Asher muttered in a monotone, his eyes almost closed, he found himself entrapped in a fantasy of Joan. He knew right then, that Joan would be his wife, he would marry her, and she would be the greatest possession he ever had.

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.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

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.